Sasha opened her eyes due to the sunlight on her face. The light blinded her momentarily, and she blinked to regain her sight, only to see a man sitting close to the window. She furrowed her brows, wondering when was the last time she woke up and saw a man in her room.
"Good morning," she heard that deep magnetic voice, and her heart skipped a beat. Did she just get a morning greeting? She looked at the man sitting there, and her heart pounded. Since she got married to him, apart from the morning after their night of endless pleasure, she had never woken up to see him in the room. He was either in the shower or already gone. So, why was he still here?
"You're not the morning type," she chuckled. "I always knew that, but I never knew you woke up this late." He walked closer to the bed, an
