54. Sarah: Dress up

Sarah’s Point of view:

As I opened my eyes, Ethan's gaze met mine, filled with warmth and intimacy. His voice, still husky from sleep, sent shivers down my spine.

"Morning," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Ethan's arm tightened around me, pulling me closer. I felt his chest rise and fall with each breath, his heartbeat steady against my side.

We lay there for a moment, basking in the morning light, the tension between us palpable.

Then, Ethan's lips curved into a gentle smile. "Sleep well?"

I nodded, my cheeks flushing.

Ethan chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I think we're going to get along just fine."

His words hung in the air, filled with promise.

Ethan gently untangled himself from me and swung his legs over the side of the bed and headed to the bathroom.

I watched him go, admiring the view. The bathroom door closed behind him, and I heard the sound of running water.

A few minutes later, Ethan emerged, looking refreshed. His hair was damp, and his face gl