SATURDAY.
As the light shined through the gap between the curtains, Diane's eyes blinked open and immediately, she felt the weight shift behind her.
She stilled and the next second, the man sleeping next to her moved closer and pulled her into his arm embrace.
Feeling his breath on the crook of her neck, she released a soft sigh.
"Are you awake?" Christian asked as he grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up. The next moment, she felt his morning wood poking her from behind.
Diane quickly shut her eyes and pretended to go back to sleep. She didn't utter a word and straight away, evened her breathing out.
Poking his head out to see her face since he couldn't make out her facial expression lying behind her while she lay on her side, he caught the rise and fall of her chest and released a deep sigh.
"Good morning," he whispered in the end and patted her arm gently before pushing himself out of bed.
