32: MORNING AFTER

D E L I L A H

Harsh rays of sunlight hit my face, making me groan. As I slowly opened my eyes, I realized I was alone on the bed. Panic briefly surged through me, wondering where Azriel had gone. But then, I heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, and relief washed over me. I sat up, pulling the sheets tighter around my body, and waited for him to return.

A few moments later, the bathroom door swung open, and Azriel stepped into the room, clad only in a towel wrapped around his waist. Droplets of water glistened on his sculpted chest, and my breath hitched at the sight. Heat flooded my body, desire coursing through my veins, as I took in his chiseled abs and the trail of water trickling down his abdomen.

Azriel's eyes locked onto mine, and a mischievous smirk tugged at his lips. He sauntered towards the bed, his wet hair tousled and his body exuding an irresistible magnetism. The towel clung to his hips, emphasizing his masculinity and causing my heart to race in an