The soft morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the bedroom. Riley stirred slightly, feeling the warmth of Alistair’s body next to hers. His arm was draped lazily around her waist, his breathing slow and steady. Last night had been magical—filled with whispered confessions, laughter, and passion that neither of them wanted to end.
She let out a contented sigh and shifted slightly, only to feel Alistair tighten his hold on her.
"Mmm… don’t move," he murmured against her neck, his voice husky with sleep.
Riley smiled, snuggling deeper into his embrace. "Ali, we both have things to do today," she reminded him, though she made no effort to leave his arms.
"I know," he groaned, pressing a lazy kiss to her shoulder. "But I don’t want to get up yet."
Riley turn
