Raphael
I woke up to a warm, soft body pressed into a crook of my own and felt the soft whisper of her breath on my chest. Making sure not to make any sudden movement that she’ll wake up, I looked down and couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
I blinked a few times as I thought it was just my wishful thinking, but no, the scene in front of my eyes didn’t disappear, confirming the fact that it wasn’t a dream. She was in fact there, curled on my side, her arm around my stomach, her face pressed on my chest. And the most glaring fact was she wasn’t wearing the t-shirt she had been wearing when we went to sleep. Some time in the night, my duchess has discarded her t-shirt, taken my advice, half of it, and has slept in just the sexy lingerie she was wearing underneath. I knew it was a huge step
