I was awakened by the hand that was carefully brushing my hair. I opened my eyes to see the man doing so, and he was smiling when I gazed up at him.
“Good morning,” he said, leaning forward to give me a light kiss on the forehead.
“Good morning,” I replied, smiling at him. My voice is still hoarse. I cleared my throat as I sat up next to him, then I gazed back only to see that he was still staring at me. But my gaze shifted toward the sky outside through the windows of our room.
“What are you still doing here? The sun is already high in the sky.” I asked, worried since he might be needed again.
“I’m free today,” he said, leaning on my shoulder.
“What about the fathers of those ladies that keep on pestering you?” I asked.
“It’s been resolved,” he answered as he pulled my hand to clas
