Chapter 114 Coffee And Love

• As the first gentle rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, my eyelids fluttered open. Wrapped in Paul’s arms and cocooned by a blanket, I struggled to muster the strength to lift my head. The soft, golden glow that bathed the room unveiled the disarray of the family room, with our clothes scattered to all four corners, emphasized by my vantage point on the floor next to the couch.
• Paul emitted a soft snore, his arm draped over his eyes. Even in this haphazard state, he remained utterly enchanting. The events of the previous night trickled back into my memory - wine flowing while Paul and I remained inseparable.
• Carefully, I shifted away from Paul, ensuring not to disturb him, and removed myself from his warmth. Tiptoeing across the carpeted floor, my bare feet sank into the plush rug. I donned Paul's shirt and made my way to the kitchen. While waiting for the kettle, my gaze fixed on the outdoors.