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𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 29 : 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵

The golden rays of the morning sun gently stroked through the open window, casting a warm glow over the room. The cool morning air danced lightly around me, carrying the faint scent of pine and fresh linens. Slowly, I opened my eyes, stretching my arms lazily above my head.

What time is it?

I scanned the floor and spotted my phone lying next to the chaotic pile of our discarded clothes. Reaching down, I grabbed it and checked the screen. 8:00 a.m.

Breakfast starts at 9:00 a.m., so I figured I should probably start getting ready. I shifted slightly, but as I tried to sit up, a warm, strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back down.

I turned my head and looked behind me, my breath catching as I saw Andrew's sleeping face. His messy hair was sprawled across his forehead, a few strands hiding his closed eyes. He looked so peaceful, so unguarded. The way his chest rose and fell steadily against my back made my heart flutter.

He's so cute.

A small smile tugged at my lips as I carefully lifted his arm off me and slipped out of bed. As much as I wanted to stay there all day, my stomach was grumbling loudly, reminding me that I hadn't eaten since last night.

Quietly, I padded across the room, grabbing my slippers and a fresh set of clothes from my suitcase before heading into the bathroom.

The warm water cascaded over me as I let the memories of last night play back in my mind. I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face as I thought about Andrew—his hands, his lips, the way he looked at me.

A sudden crash from outside jolted me out of my thoughts. My heart jumped in my chest. What the hell was that?

Turning off the water, I quickly wrapped a towel around myself and opened the bathroom door, peeking out cautiously. My jaw dropped when I saw Andrew crouched in front of the TV, fumbling with its broken frame.

"What are you doing?" I asked, bursting into laughter.
Andrew's head whipped around, his eyes meeting mine. His sheepish grin did nothing to hide his guilt.

"Well, good morning to you too," he said, standing up. "And, uh... I saw a bug on the TV, so I threw a glass at it."
I laughed even harder, clutching my stomach as I leaned against the doorframe. "Not your brightest idea, huh?"

"Definitely not," he admitted, walking toward me with that cocky grin I was starting to grow fond of.
Before I could respond, he leaned down and kissed me. His lips were warm and soft, and the way he pulled me closer by my waist made my skin tingle. His hands brushed against the towel wrapped around me, and he paused, raising an eyebrow.

"Weren't we supposed to take a shower together?" he asked, a teasing edge to his voice.
I shrugged, smirking. "You were sleeping, and I didn't want to wake you up."
His grin widened as his fingers toyed with the edge of my towel. "You know I'll always be up for a shower with you."

I rolled my eyes, wrapping my arms around his neck. "You know," I said playfully, "I had an interesting dream last night."

"Oh, yeah?" he murmured, lowering his head to my neck. His lips grazed my skin, sending a shiver down my spine as he placed slow, deliberate kisses along my collarbone.
"It was... similar to our interaction last night," I admitted, my voice hitching when he bit down gently.
"Damn," he whispered against my neck, his voice low and raspy. "Last night wasn't enough for you, huh?"

"Looks like not," I chuckled, my cheeks flushing as his lips left trails of warmth on my skin.
Andrew pulled back, his sharp green eyes locking onto mine. There was a mischievous glint in them that made my stomach flip. "Well," he said slowly, his hands sliding to the knot of my towel, "in that case, we can re-create that dream."