The morning light seeped through the slats of the blinds, painting streaks of gold across the unfamiliar ceiling.
My eyes blinked open slowly, my body heavy with the kind of exhaustion that came from a night well spent. Every muscle ached, but in a delicious, satisfying way, like the lingering burn after a grueling but rewarding workout.
And then I became acutely aware of her.
Her arm was draped over my waist, her fingers resting lightly against my stomach, the warmth of her body pressed against mine.
I could feel her steady breathing, soft and even, against the back of my neck.
Her scent a mix of something spicy and smoky lingered faintly in the air, intoxicating and inescapable.
But I wasn't a cuddler.
I wasn't sure how we ended up in this position, tangled together like we were something more than what last night was meant to be.
The night itself had been… incredible, to put it mildly.
