Many days later.
The light of dawn passed through the window of the once-vibrant residence, illuminating its interior.
In one of its rooms revealed an unmoving figure, very dashing with chiseled features and copper skin.
He was sleeping peacefully, but his consciousness was slowly nudged awake by the gentle movements on his body.
He could soon feel subtle touches of damp cloth all around his skin, slowly but surely easing him awake.
The handsome man on the bed stirred, his light-brown eyes slowly fluttering open, memories of the past surging through his head, and realizing this was not what he expected to open his eyes to.
His body felt heavy and painful, but he was alive. How?
He opened his eyes slightly to be met with the beautiful Khalifa, gently wiping his body with concentrated expression. Her feather-like movements were targeted and lovely, and filled with care.
