After waking up earlier than usual, I yawned and stretched, then turned to see Andre still peacefully asleep on the bed, the events of the previous night lingering vividly in my mind. I shook off the thoughts and quietly made my way to the bathroom, careful not to wake him and potentially face an awkward morning encounter.
In the bathroom, I examined my reflection in the mirror, ensuring there were no new love marks on my body. After completing my shower routine, I quietly exited the bathroom, careful not to make a sound that might disturb Andre's sleep. I tiptoed past him to the wardrobe, where I dressed in fresh, clean clothes for my business meetings. Thirty minutes later, I was ready to head out for breakfast at the hotel. Just as I was about to leave, I accidentally bumped my leg against the bed, muttering a soft "oww" as I winced in pain. To my surprise, Andre stirred in his sleep, rolling over in the opposite direction.
