CHAPTER 67 A Paradise Left Behind

　　The late morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting golden patterns across the room. Angela stirred slightly, her body wrapped in the comforting warmth of Edmund's arms, her cheek pressed against Edmund's chest, her hand draped over his waist. Their legs were tangled beneath the crisp white sheets, their bodies pressed so closely together that it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began.

　　The faint scent of the ocean drifted in through the window, mingling with the earthy smell of the linen and the lingering traces of their passion from the night before. His steady breathing was a comforting rhythm, a lullaby that had soothed her to sleep in the early hours of the morning. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, greeted by the soft glow of the sun and the warmth of his body.

　　Edmund was awake, his fingers trailing lazy circles on her back. "Good morning, sleepyhead," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep, his lips brushing against her forehead.