When Anaya woke up the next day, she felt very warm.
Anaya opened her eyes in a daze. Her forehead was against Hearst's broad chest, and she could hear his steady heartbeat. For a moment, Anaya couldn't tell if it was Hearst's heartbeat or hers.
Anaya raised her head from Hearst's arms and met Hearst's dark eyes.
There was no sunlight in the morning of winter, so the room was darker than outside.
Hearst's facial features seemed to be covered in a layer of dark blue light, looking a little more reserved and noble.
It seemed like Hearst was cold and unapproachable.
Hearst seemed to have woken up a long time ago. He just looked at Anaya quietly.
After their eyes met, Hearst lowered his head and kissed Anaya's cheek gently.
It was a fleeting kiss.
If Hearst had brushed his teeth now, this kiss would definitely be more affectionate.