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Adrien Valor, the second youngest child of the Valor Dynasty, had never set his eyes on a more beautiful woman. Kathelyn Young had caught his eye in a way no other woman had been able to in his life, all it ever was for his whole l...
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Soft breaths fill the once-empty void of my loneliness. Breaths of two beings, no longer just my own. That happy feeling fuels everything working in my body. Every inhale and exhale is powered by one simple word.
Peace.
I twist in the warm layers of sheets that hold me in one confined spot. My head against a soft pillow, a secure arm drooping over my body from behind. A face burrows into my nape, the tingly feeling of relaxed breaths against my skin.
Sometime after my small conscience awaking, the doorbell of the apartment rings. I lift my head, squeezed eyes shielding from the bright sunlight seeping into the room. When the house goes quiet I drop my head back onto the pillow.
For a couple of seconds, I allow sleep to start taking away my body but the doorbell rings again. A low groan expresses my annoyance. "Adrien." I tap my hand lazily on his arm around my body. He inhales a sharp breath, indicating him being awake now.
"Hm?" Adrien hums groans after I get him to wake up. "The door. Someone's ringing the doorbell." I feel his arm slip off me and the sheets pull a little. Part of a shield-like atmosphere around me disappears as he leaves the bed. It's like going outside in the middle of a snowstorm and shedding layers of clothing off.
Adrien groggily searches the floor for the clothes we never put back on after last night. I don't remember falling asleep. The last thing I recall is Adrien saying we could rest before showering and pulling the covers over our bodies. Usually, I'd tell you aftercare is cleaning and bathing and stuff like that- which it is- but whispering sweet nothings and holding each other is now part of my list.
The doorbell rings once more and Adrien finishes putting his shirt and pants on. "Coming!" I drift in between a state of consciousness and asleep for what feels like ages after Adrien leaves the room. I accept his lack of presence and fall asleep again.
A while after, his footsteps lead back into the room. It goes quiet for a moment making me believe he's in the bathroom. I don't even realize he's in the room with me until his lips meet the soft skin of my shoulder in a warm peppered kiss. I catch Adrien's lips in a kiss, turning my head over my shoulder to face his ducked-down face. A natural smile laces my face. "Morning,"
"Morning, sweetheart." He whispers back before the bed dips to him sitting next to me. An aura of separate emotion floods the room. An uneasy, and confusing air fills my lungs. "What's wrong?" My unease breaks the spell of comfortable loving memories from last night.
I lift my body to rest on my forearm. My hand clutches the sheets against my bare chest, hair falling over my back from the gravity of being half up.
