Sunlight streamed into the room, kissing Giselle's cheeks with its tender warmth. It wasn't as dreary as other mornings ever since autumn passed; today's warmth was calming yet bright enough to light up the room. She blinked awake, feeling utterly protected and safe in the cedar scent that surrounded her…
With a soft gasp, she looked to her side to find Fabio sleeping beside her. He looked at peace, the hard lines that usually were on his forehead had smoothed out and his eyes were closed behind thick black lashes. So last night wasn't a dream, Giselle thought. It definitely felt like one.
Evidence all around her disproved it though—their clothes strewn all over the place, the wrinkled sheets, the pungent scent of slick and… She ran her hands through her head, cheeks blazing with embarrassment. It wasn't shame from what they did last night, it was realization that they were still lying in their own filth, in each other's arms.
