The morning air was thick with warmth, the remnants of the night was still felt in the sheets tangled around them. Annabelle stirred, stretching against Derek’s chest, feeling the way his arms still loosely draped around her. A soft hum escaped her lips as she blinked against the golden rays filtering through the curtains.
She felt lighter today. Brighter. As if something heavy had been lifted from her shoulders.
Derek let out a deep sigh, his fingers lazily trailing down her spine before he pulled her even closer, his lips grazing the top of her head. “I think you like waking up in my arms,” he murmured, his voice still husky with sleep.
Annabelle smirked, tilting her face up to look at him. “I think you like trapping me in them.”
His face, though unreadable, gleamed with amusement. “
