Emily woke up the next morning, her head throbbing from the night before. She turned to find Liam still asleep beside her, his arm draped over her waist. The events of the previous night came rushing back, and she felt a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.
She carefully slipped out of bed, not wanting to wake him, and tiptoed to the bathroom. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but smile. Last night had been unexpected, but she couldn't deny the thrill of it all. The reflection staring back at her was one of contentment, despite the slight hangover. She splashed some cold water on her face and took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.
Emily returned to find Liam awake, propped up on one elbow, watching her with a lazy smile. "Good morning," he said, his voice husky from sleep.
"Good morning," she replied, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks.
They spent the morning together, talking and laughing, the connection between them growing stronger. Liam made breakfast, a simple yet delicious meal of scrambled eggs and toast, and they ate together, enjoying each other's company. Emily felt a sense of comfort with Liam, something she hadn't felt in a long time.