The golden light of dawn seeped through the curtains of Alejandro's small cottage, casting a warm glow on the room. Diana stirred, her bare skin brushing against the roughness of Alejandro's sheets. For a moment, she lay still, savoring the intimacy of waking beside him.
His strong arm was draped over her waist, his body warm and solid against hers. She turned her head slightly to look at him. He was still asleep, his face relaxed, his black hair tousled in a way that made him even more irresistible.
A wave of emotions swept through her...desire, affection, and a deep fear of what their night together meant. She reached out, lightly tracing the edge of his jawline, but froze when his eyes fluttered open, those piercing blues locking onto hers.
"Good morning," he said, his voice husky with sleep.
Diana's cheeks flushed, but she smiled. "Good morning."
