~Joanna
The next day, I stirred in my bed, stretching my limbs as the morning light filtered through the curtains. Lanre was still sleeping next to me, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm.
I reached out, gently shaking his shoulder. "Lanre, wake up," I said softly. "It's time to get ready for the party."
Lanre groaned, turning onto his side. "Just a few more minutes," he mumbled. "After what we did yesterday, I need the rest. That was enough exercise."
I couldn't help but smile at his words, remembering the heat of our passion from the night before. But we didn't have time to relive those memories just yet. There was a party to get ready for.
"Okay," I said, standing up and slipping out of bed. "But if you're not up and dressed in the next half hour, I'm coming back
