บท 142: Missed Me?

The next morning, Zevian woke up to the sharp rays filtering in from the balcony. The sun had risen high enough to stream through the white curtains, and it was getting hotter. Taking the remote, he increased the AC before turning to his beautiful wife, soundly sleeping beside him.

A charming smile lifted his grumpy morning face, his eyes glinting under the daylight. She was resting on his arm, her hand lazily placed on his stomach as if afraid he would disappear or wake up and realize that whatever had happened last night was just a dream. Tucking back a few strands obstructing her face, he rested his head on his fist and enjoyed the lovely view.