Morning sunlight crept through the gap in the curtains, slipping across the room like it was trying not to wake anyone. It landed on the bed in thin gold lines, highlighting the mess of sheets and limbs tangled at the center of it all.
The first thing Rafael Vexley felt was the pounding in his skull. A deep, sluggish ache that reminded him he'd had way too much to drink the night before. His second realization hit harder.
He wasn't alone.
He blinked a few times, his eyes adjusting to the light, and that's when he saw her—Eliana. Curled against his chest, warm skin pressed to his. She was completely naked, her smooth brown skin glowing in the soft light, her wild black curls splayed across the pillow and part of his shoulder like they belonged there. One leg was tossed over his, her arm draped across his stomach. She looked peaceful. Beautiful.
And then he noticed himself—just as naked, the sheet barely covering anything. His heart skipped.
