Adam’s P.O.V.
The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling with a cocky grin plastered all over my face. Last night had been nothing short of amazing, and I couldn’t help but revel in the afterglow of our shared passion.
Next to me, Jenna was lying on her side, her tousled hair spread like a silk curtain over the pillow. Her breathing was slow and rhythmic, a testament to the deep slumber that was still holding her in its gentle grasp. I couldn’t help but admire the delicate curve of her cheek and the way her lips, slightly parted, sometimes whispered things that I couldn’t quite make out.
Last night had been a whirlwind of emotions and sensations, one I hadn’t wanted to ever end. I knew
