THE MORNING AFTER THOUGHT
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The cool air of the room hit their skin, a sharp contrast to the heat they’d just generated. Elias reached for a silk robe discarded on a nearby chair and tossed it toward Maya before pulling on a pair of lounge pants.
The room felt smaller, more intimate now—the debris of their night (and morning) scattered across the floor. Elias walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, cracking one open to let in the crisp morning air and the distant sound of the city waking up. He turned back to her, a playful, dominant glint returning to his eyes. "Coffee first. Then, I’m making breakfast. And no, you’re not allowed to help. You’re on 'recovery duty'."
In the Kitchen
Maya wrapped the robe tightly around herself, following the scent of expensive coffee beans into the sleek, modern kitchen. She hopped up onto the marble countertop, watching him move with a surprising amount of grace for a man of his size.
As the espresso machine hissed, Elias stepped between her knees, his hands resting on the counter on either side of her. He didn't say anything at first, just looked at her with an expression that was softer than anything he'd shown the world outside that apartment.
"You're staying," he stated, not asking. "All day. We have nowhere to be, and I have a lot more than just breakfast planned for you."
Maya smiled, reaching out to hook her fingers into the waistband of his pants, pulling him just an inch closer.
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