The next morning, as sunlight filtered through the curtains, Layla stirred awake, only to find Lucius lying beside her, sleeping peacefully. A soft smile curved her lips as she leaned forward, brushing a tender kiss on his cheek.
But as her gaze shifted downward, she noticed she was wearing a delicate nightdress.
"Did he make me wear that?" she whispered to herself, her cheeks warming at the thought. Her heart fluttered as she realized how considerate Lucius had been, his actions speaking volumes about the care he held for her.
Careful not to disturb him, Layla slipped out of bed and padded quietly to the bathroom. It was the weekend, and she wanted him to rest a little longer. After freshening up, she returned to the room, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders. She paused in the doorway as her eyes met his—Lucius was awake, propped up against the headboard, his blue eyes heavy with fatigue.
