Euphemia woke up first. The first thing that she noticed was that her head was on Lucien's shoulder. She carefully sat up, not wanting to wake him up.
She looked at him in wonder. His sleeping face was also very handsome. She looked at his long dark lashes. His silky black hair. He was like a black cat sleeping on her bed.
Did she really deserve this happiness?
She carressed his head. It was really like stroking the head of a cat. She smiled.
Then his hand caught her wrist.
His eyes fluttered then focused on her.
"Good morning, Euphee," Lucien said, smiling sleepily.
"Good morning," Euphemia said, smiling back.
He kissed the back of her hand.
"Shall we have breakfast?" Lucien asked.
Euphemia nodded.
"Yes. I need to get ready," Euphemia said.
Lucien embraced her.
"We can just have breakfast here," Lucien said, cuddling up to her.
