The next day——
The early morning sunshine shone through the windows, light on the bed, and reflected on the intertwined figures.
Last night everything was in such a hurry that they forgot to draw the last thick layer of the curtain. The thin white curtain could not block any sunshine.
Stuart woke up early, and he tried to block the sunshine so that Edie could sleep a little longer.
Last night, no matter how many times he asked for sex, she satisfied him and did not complain. No matter if she could take it or not.
So in the morning, she was still tired.
Her shoulders were exposed outside the quilt; her skin was white, which made the cherry-red marks more attractive. Her body was full of evidence of last night's madness left by him.
He couldn't help caressing her skin, and his heart was going to melt.
Edie seemed to have felt him. She wrinkled her delicate nose and opened her eyes confusedly. When she found out that Stuart had not gotten up, she whispered, "You're awake."
