The morning light spilled through the gaps in the curtains, bathing the room in a soft golden glow. The soft murmur of the ocean drifted in from the open balcony door, its rhythm soothing yet ominous in the quiet morning.
Angela stirred, her body aching in unfamiliar ways from the intensity of the night before. As she blinked herself awake, reality came rushing in like a tide, leaving her breathless. She turned her head to find Edmund still beside her, his features softened by sleep. The sight of him should have reassured her, but instead, it made her heart race with a potent mixture of exhilaration and guilt.
Her gaze lingered on his face, the way his dark hair fell over his forehead, the slight curve of his lips. Last night had been a blur of passion and reckless abandon. She closed her eyes tightly, willing herself to stay calm. Angela replayed every moment of the night before. She'd wanted it, every touch, every kiss.