Sicily woke up to the warmth of the early evening sun filtering through the curtains of Gregory's bedroom. She blinked sleepily, stretching her limbs as she tried to shake off the remnants of her dreams.
Memories of the previous night flooded her mind, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks as she recalled the intimate moments shared with Gregory.
Turning to her side, she noticed Gregory asleep beside her, his features softened in slumber. She couldn't help but admire the way his hair danced across his face as the breeze blew through the window, casting gentle shadows on his chiseled features.
As she lay there, basking in the peaceful moment, Sicily's mind drifted to their conversation after their passionate encounter. Gregory had asked about her hesitance towards love, and she had opened up to him about her past, about the pain of betrayal she had experienced.
