Chloe was woken up by Constantine's kiss the next day. The man was only wearing a silk robe, his bare chest exuding sensuality as he leaned over her, kissing tenderly. Seeing her stir, he chuckled in his deep voice, "We can't sleep in today, we have to visit relatives."
Chloe finally started to wake up, and after a few more kisses from him, she remembered it was the second day of the New Year. She also recalled how somehow last night they ended up in bed together, feeling both regretful and shy.
Between them was just a tangled mess; over the past year, she had faced him with coldness at every turn, yet her body was honest. Now, having ended up in bed, it seemed they were truly reconciled.
She simply preferred not to think about those past events anymore.
"Let's get up, then." She buried her face under the covers, speaking hoarsely.
