Rosemary
Eventually, we fell asleep, still tangled on the paint-covered floor, holding each other. I woke to the sound of a faint knocking on the door. As I stirred from sleep, I noticed a smear of red paint on Ethan’s cheek. I smiled, wiping it off gently, and leaned in to kiss him softly.
“Good morning, love,” he murmured, his voice still husky from sleep.
The way he called me ‘love’ sent chills through my entire body, a warmth spreading deep within me.
“Good morning,” I replied, my heart fluttering as I smiled back at him.
The knocking at the door suddenly stopped, and I heard Grace’s teasing voice cut through the stillness. “If you two lovebirds finish f*****g already, you’ve already missed morning training and breakfast!”
We both chuckled, sharing a knowing glance. Standing up,
