PENELOPE
The late morning light poured through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. The scent of him lingered in the sheets—warm musk, cologne, and something distinctly Christian.
And the warmth of the sheets cocooned me, my body still humming with the remnants of last night. Every inch of me ached—in the best way possible.
I kept my breathing steady, my body still, pretending to be asleep as I felt the bed shift. The mattress dipped slightly as he moved. A moment later, I felt it—the press of his lips against my forehead. A soft, lingering kiss.
The bed dibbed as he got up, his bare footsteps padding across the hardwood floor.
I slowly cracked one eye open, just a peak, just enough to steal a glance.
The muscles of his back flexed as he stretched, his broad shou
