Morning After
Morning arrived without mercy. Sunlight sliced through the blinds like a blade, revealing the joyful aftermath of the night before: half-empty champagne glasses on the nightstand, Emma’s veil draped over a lamp, Daniel’s bow tie dangling from the curtain rod like a white flag. They had celebrated their first night of marriage with the kind of carefree joy that makes sleep feel optional.
Daniel woke first. His body ached pleasantly—every muscle alive with memory. He turned to see Emma sprawled across the bed, hair tangled, one arm thrown over the pillow, softly snoring. She looked peaceful. Angelic. And, judging by how she’d pulled him back to bed “just one more time,” slightly dangerous.Continue reading…
