The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting rays into the dim room.
The woman rested her head on the man's arm, her hand nestled in his loosely clasped one. Strands of sunlight fell on their intertwined fingers.
Zelia's mind was still foggy, her head spinning. She tried to turn over uncomfortably, but Nathan, who was behind her, held her down. "What are you doing?" His voice was low and laced with impatience.
Nathan had gone to bed very late last night. Zelia was especially troublesome when she was drunk, insisting on taking a shower again because she couldn't stand the smell of alcohol.
After serving this young lady, it took a long time to coax her to sleep.
Zelia was instantly awakened by the man's voice. Her eyes flew open, and she realized that she was resting on Nathan's
