The morning sun peeked through the slightly split curtains, kissing the face of the girl lying on the bed.

Milena stirred, moaning slightly, refusing to wake up. She wanted to sleep some more, but sleep drifted from her, and the sun did nothing to help the matter.

Finally, she gave in, opening her eyes and then meeting a pair of dark metallic eyes staring down at her.

“Good morning, little flower.”

Milena gasped, shifting away, only to find herself falling. Rafael was quick enough to grab her waist, saving her.

He drew her close, their faces inches apart as he smirked, staring at her with intense amusement.

“You should be...