60. The Best Time
Astrid's POV:
When the light from the curtains dropped on my face, I groaned and wrapped myself in a duvet, but my slumber had already been disrupted.
I turned around, groaned, and saw Rafael's sleeping figure.
He was stunning, and the sunshine on his face further enhanced his beauty. My thoughts returned to the previous night. I flushed as I remembered how gentle he had been with me, how he had made me feel emotions I couldn't even put into words. He was cautious with every step, taking care not to injure me in any way.
With his disheveled hair and a few strands dropping on his forehead, he looked ravishingly attractive right now. When I swept my fingers over his hair, he moaned, and his hand snaked around my waist, drawing me closer to him.
I needed to empty my bladder, so I gently attempted to separate myself from him so as not to disturb his sleep, but I failed horribly.
"Stay," Rafael replied, opening his eyes slightly to stare at her.
