The birds chirped loudly, signifying the dawn of the day and the sun cast its brightness on the city.
Sandra groaned lazily, stretching her body on the bed. She tried to pry her eyes open, but the room brightness almost blinded her, and she moaned distressed.
She tried to snuggle herself to the other side of the bed attempting to feel the warmth of that person, but she was met with absence.
Sandra jolted up and looked around the room, and she knew the man was already up to something.
She quickly stood up from the bed, but a voice stopped her movement. "Don't even think of getting up," Sandra heard Dylan's raspy voice, and she smiled, seeing the man with a tray.
Breakfast in bed, it seems..
"Awn I am so lucky to have a man to serve me breakfast in bed," Sandra teased with a smile and the man smiled, placing the tray beside the bed stand.
