"Wake up," somebody whispered in my ear.
I slowly opened my eyes to find Dylan lying down on his side, looking at me.
I smiled at him—memories of how beautiful last night had been—flooded my mind.
"How long have you been awake?" I asked him, stretching my arms. When I did, the cover over me lowered down and exposed my breasts.
Dylan looked down and growled lowly when my naked chest came into view.
I moved my hands quickly, wanting to cover myself. My face felt warm as I looked at Dylan, whose eyes had darkened in that moment.
It made me happy that it was out of lust and not because he was angry.
"How do you feel?" Dylan asked, his voice sounding strained as he spoke.
I let out a small laugh, finding his behaviour adorable.
"A little sore, but I'm okay," I told him.
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