After the best night of my life, I wake up in Ego's arms. We lay on our side while Ego cuddles from behind; his arm wrapped around my waist tightly. Last night feels like a dream. The night sky is gone, and the white ceiling is back with yellow streaks from the sunrise. My lower body aches from our love-making moment, and it's not pleasant. Every time I shift to get in a better position, it aches more.
"Isn't it a bit too early for you to be moving like that?" Ego's gruff, sleepy voice sounds behind my head. He groans and rolls to the other side, not longer spooning me.
"I'm a bit sore from yesterday," He turns back and looks over my covered body with sleepy eyes.
"I can get a bath ready for you," He offers. I nod and watch as he limps out of bed from sleep, naked as the day he was born
