The next morning, it was Monday, March 15th. Ingrid woke up and was sleepy, and when she became more lucid, she noticed that she was lying on Luan's well-defined chest with broad shoulders. The memories of the previous night came to her mind. She was not sorry, however, she was a little embarrassed and excited at the same time. She looked at Luan's face asleep and admired how beautiful he was while he slept.
With her left hand close to his head, Ingrid moved her hand over Luan's silky white hair. It was a pleasant feeling, and she had become slightly addicted to it.
Looking at the clock next to the headboard, Ingrid saw that it was already six in the morning.
"Luan, wake up... It's almost time to go to work." Ingrid shook him.
Luan, who was woken by Ingrid, opened his eyes and said, "Good morning, Ingrid."
"Good Morning." Seeing that he was heading towards her for a kiss, Ingrid also leaned towards him.
