The next day, I opened my eyes and found myself hugged in his embrace. The warmth of his body made me yield more of him. I realized I was no longer naked instead I was wearing a nightgown.

I felt his heavy hand around my waist and touched it only to realize that he was also wearing sweatpants. He must have dressed us both before he slept. Turning slowly, I looked at his sleeping face, the most beautiful face that I had ever seen, I was so lucky to have him. His forehead looked peaceful without any tense lines and his lashes rested as he slept.

The realisation of what...