It was midday by the time Finn and I woke up. I’m not used to sleeping beside him, to feel his body heat on my skin, his breath on the back of my neck but I loved it. I loved when he would reach out to me in his sleep, drawing me in to him so he could hold me. I loved that sleeping beside him basked me in his scent, it was comforting, reassuring.
Despite his warmth and his comfort waking up this morning was a minor struggle, the impact of multiple glasses of champagne hadn’t quite worn off. My head is foggy, and the arches of my feet ache from dancing. Finn and I danced for the majority of the night, interrupted only by the call for supper where we paused to eat delicious finger food and drink more champagne. The atmosphere in the room had transformed from a hostile environment full of
