Rose slowly drifted awake, blinking against tiny rays of early morning sun filtering between the dark curtains. It was odd because her curtains were never up, must have been the handwork of someone that slept in her room last night.
The sun ray in particular was even the reason she had awaken to begin with.
She stretched languidly, skin gliding against smooth satin sheets. The pleasant soreness in her muscles conjured memories of last night's passionate exertions, bringing a coy smile to her lips. She reached over, seeking Blake's warmth, but found only vacant bedlinens.
She lifted up onto her elbows, scanning for any sign of him. Had it all been an intoxicating dream? But then she spotted the rumpled imprint on the other pillow and heard the faint sound of the shower running, she could even smell him within the vicinity too.
Rose allowed herself to collapse back amongst the blankets, relief flooding through her.
