Serena woke up earlier than usual. She quickly slipped into Roman’s shirt before stepping out to the balcony to watch the sunrise.

She smiled, recalling how last night went, as she gazed down at the garden from his balcony. Suddenly, she felt an arm wrap around her waist from behind.

Roman buried his face in her neck and whispered in a husky voice, “You look so beautiful in my shirt. Why are you up so early?”

Serena turned around to meet his gaze.

“Last night felt too good to be true,” she said softly. “A part of me thought it was all a dream.”

“Same here, Rena,” Roman murmured, pressing...