Trojans And Baking Soda

When the first rays of the sun illuminated the bedroom the next day, Ryan woke up with Joan nestled into him, her bare back pressing against his chest, and her beautiful pink hair draped over her shoulder.

Rarely did Ryan wake up earlier than Joan, who was an assassin and in turn was more cautious and alert than he was.

So in this rare moment, he appreciated the beauty of her peaceful sleeping face for the moment.

“Mmm…” Joan’s eyes alertly opened. As someone trained to be always vigilant, she shouldn’t have been able to sleep with someone being around.

It was important for assassins to be capable of killing someone even when asleep, keeping their senses active to identify whether someone was coming to take their own life.

That was the life of an assassin and so…

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Ryan greeted. “You want to sleep some more?”

“What time is it, Ryan?” Joan slowly rose, the blanket slipping from her body, exposing her bare breasts.

She didn’t even seem shy now.