I took a deep breath before trying to open my eyes. The brilliant sunlight pouring in through the wide-open window instantly overwhelmed me with its brightness. Once I grew accustomed to the light, I slowly reopened my eyes and was greeted by the most breathtaking sight I'd ever witnessed.
Flynn resembled a masterpiece worth a million dollars, as if meticulously painted by Van Gogh himself. Seeing him now made me realize just how much I had truly missed him.
"Morning, my dear."
He spoke, his voice deeper and huskier than usual from sleep. The sound ignited a jolt of desire that resonated in my most sensitive areas, still tender—the satisfying ache lingering from the night we spent together.
