The sun's warm rays crept through the window, casting a gentle glow on the room. Roman's eyes fluttered open, and he was met with the sight of a white ceiling. The familiarity of it struck a chord, transporting him back to the hospital room where his journey began. The memories lingered, but the weight on his chest and the soft hands wrapped around him brought him back to the present.
He gazed down at the dark hair splayed across his chest, the gentle rise and fall of Saanvi's breasts pressing against his side. The softness of her skin and the sweet scent of her hair filled his senses. Last night's passion still lingered in the air, a reminder of their intimate encounter.
With care, Roman shifted his body, trying not to disturb Saanvi's peaceful slumber. She stirred slightly, her fingers tightening around him, and he froze, not wanting to break the spell. As she settled back into a deep sleep, he continued his gentle stretch, his muscles flexing beneath his skin.
