Chapter 14

• The first thing I see when I open my eyes is the early morning light, seeping into the room from the curtains.
• I turned my head, catching a glimpse of Cynthia beside me, her body curled on her side, her back to me, her breathing short and steady.
• Her hair is a mess, spread out over the pillow. I let my gaze roam over her, taking in the way the sheets clung to her curves, which brought back the memories of last night, I could remember everything.