As I stirred from the depths of generously peaceful slumber, the soft light filtering through the curtains gently coaxed me awake, and I realized the sun had climbed higher in the sky. It was probably seven or eight am.
With a contented sigh, I stretched lazily, feeling the warmth of the morning sun seeping into my bones. Rolling over, I found myself cocooned in Christian's embrace, his steady breathing a soothing melody in the quiet of the room.
Unlike the early risers who welcomed the dawn with open arms, I preferred to linger in the embrace of sleep. After all, slumber comes better when it’s time to wake up. P.S.: The most underrated forbidden fruit.
Despite the late hour, a sense of tranquility enveloped me, the events of the previous night unfurling in my mind like a hazy dream.
