60. The Best Time

Astrid's POV:

As the morning light spilled through the curtains, I groaned and cocooned myself in the duvet, but my sleep had already been disrupted. Turning around, I noticed Rafael's sleeping figure.

He looked stunning, bathed in the sunshine that accentuated his beauty. My thoughts drifted back to the previous night, and a flush colored my cheeks as I recalled his gentleness and the emotions he had stirred within me—feelings I couldn't articulate. Rafael had been cautious, ensuring not to cause any harm with each tender gesture.

With his disheveled hair and a few strands dropping on his forehead, he looked ravishingly attractive right now. When...