Emily opened her eyes but didn't immediately get out of bed. Instead, she stayed in bed and kept looking at the sleeping Justin for some time. She usually had a sound sleep and woke up when a man kissed her and stroked her body. This awakening worked much better than any alarm clock.
But now she saw him sleeping for the first time. The girl tried not to move, afraid to frighten off his sensitive sleep, but Justin seemed to have fallen asleep so deeply that he probably would not feel anything even if she started molesting him.
She kissed him on the cheek, gently moved his hand, which was thrown on top of her, aside, and climbed out of bed.
The sun had just shown its first rays when she went out onto the balcony and looked at the sleeping city.
It felt strange. She was never an early riser; only coffee from her favorite cafe motivated her to get up early because until nine in the morning it was on sale with a fifty percent discount.