Emily’s POV
The sunlight filtered through the thick curtains, casting soft beams of gold across the room, gently coaxing me out of the comfort of sleep. For a few seconds, I lay still, the warmth of the sun on my skin, trying to recall where I was. My brain still felt foggy, but as the events from the night before rushed back to me in vivid flashes—Ethan’s touch, his words, his lips on mine—my heart raced.
I could hardly believe it. Had I really given in to him last night? The intensity of it all, the way he made me feel things I thought I’d forgotten, was impossible to ignore.
I shifted slightly in bed and glanced over at him. Ethan was still sleeping soundly beside me, his golden hair a messy halo around his face, looking more angelic than the commanding, authoritative man who’d swept
