Charlotte wants her man

The soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Maya slowly blinked awake. She adjusted her eyes and found herself nestled in the crook of Dalton's arm, his steady breathing providing a comforting rhythm for her.

The bed was a tangle of sheets, and Maya could feel the slight weight of Dalton's body against hers—a reassuring presence that made her smile. Dalton stirred and opened his eyes to meet hers.

"Good morning," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep. His eyes sparkled with warmth and affection, causing Maya to feel a flutter in her chest.

"Good morning," Maya replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She shifted closer, feeling the heat radiating from him, and Dalton instinctively wrapped his arm tighter around her, pulling her in. He pressed a gentle kiss to Maya's forehead, and she melted into him, savoring the warmth and safety of his embrace.