Olivia woke up slowly, the soft rays of sunlight streaming through the window and casting a warm glow across the room. Her body was comfortably nestled in the luxurious sheets, and for a moment, she allowed herself to indulge in the sensation of being at ease—something she rarely allowed herself. She stretched lazily, her limbs feeling heavy but satisfied, as she glanced around the sleek, modern room.
Her gaze moved to the bedside table, and she noticed the note before anything else. It was folded neatly, its white paper a stark contrast to the dark wood of the table.
“Sleeping Beauty,” it read in Simon’s unmistakable handwriting, the words bold and playful. “I love seeing you in my bed.”
A small smirk tugged at the corner of Olivia’s lips. The note was exactly what she’d expected from
