5 | Warmth

Phoebe’s POV

The harsh glare of the sunlight forces me to blink my eyes open to welcome the bright morning. The curtains were cast aside and on the left side of the sliding door, stood no one other than Blaze himself.

He was dressed casually in a white V-neck t-shirt with black sweatpants that hung on his hips lowly, accentuating the narrowness of his muscular abdomen.

He was smiling down at me warmly and held out a glass of red-colored liquid that looked like cranberry juice. I hoist myself up on the mattress and try my best not to wince visibly as sharp arrows of pain shoot through my entire lower region, making sure that the dark grey silk duvet is wrapped around my naked top. There wasn’t anything that he didn’t see before but it was the first time for me to wake up with him around which kind of made me feel shy.

Usually, I left the room at the whisper of dawn when we were in Monaco. The only time we woke up to each