It was already morning by the time any of them got conscious. The sun slowly slid through the half-open blinds, sending stripes that were golden across the bed sheets, lighting up their skin.
The world outside was very active already, with the birds chirping somewhere outside and their sweet tines far too peaceful for what had happened inside that room the night before.
That was the moment Arthur stirred. And the moment he did he was hit with the sensation. The feeling of warmth.
At first he thought he was still dreaming, that he was still lost in the haze of everything that had happened last night but when his eyes adjusted to the light of the room, the thoughts came rushing back and what he saw made his heart jump so hard he feared it would jump out of his throat.
Sheila was right
