Burning Paradise

Chapter 14: Morning Humor

Nerya's POV:

I wake up slowly, my body aching in ways that remind me of last night. The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I turn my head and see Airs beside me, still asleep, his features relaxed and peaceful. My heart skips a beat, the memories of last night flooding back.

The soreness in my muscles is a testament to the intensity of our time together. I stretch carefully, a small smile tugging at my lips as I recall the way Airs made me feel—cherished, desired, and utterly consumed by passion. I never imagined it could be like that, so raw and beautiful.

As I lie there, my heart starts beating faster than it ever has. The feelings swirling inside me are almost overwhelming. Could this be love? The thought crosses my mind, but I push it away quickly, afraid to confront the depth of my emotions. Love seems too grand, too terrifying to acknowledge just yet.

I shift slightly, careful not to wake Airs, and take a deep breath, savoring the quiet moment. Despite the denial in my mind, I can't help but feel a profound connection with him, something beyond the physical. It's as if last night brought us closer in ways I hadn't anticipated.

Airs stirs beside me, his eyes fluttering open. He gives me a sleepy smile, and my heart flutters all over again. I return his smile, feeling a warmth spread through me that I can't quite ignore.

"Good morning," he murmurs, his voice husky from sleep.

"Good morning," I reply, my voice soft.

As we lie there, I know I can't deny the truth forever. But for now, I'm content to bask in the afterglow of our night together.

As I slowly get out of bed and start to dress, I hear Airs stirring behind me. Just as I slip on my shirt, I feel his presence close behind. He wraps his arms around my waist, his breath warm against my neck. His lips brush softly against my skin, leaving a trail of gentle kisses that send shivers down my spine.

"Good morning," he whispers again, his voice filled with tenderness.

"Good morning," I reply, my heart fluttering at his touch. He looks just as good waking up as he did in a suit.

After our brief, romantic awakening, Airs pulls away and heads into the kitchen. I finish dressing and follow him, unable to stop smiling. I watch as he moves around the kitchen with a casual ease, preparing breakfast for both of us. The scent of coffee and bacon fills the air, and my stomach growls in anticipation.

I sit at the counter, my eyes never leaving him. It's all I can think about—him. The way he looks, the way he moves, the way he makes me feel. No one else matters in this moment, and it's as if the rest of the world has faded away, leaving just the two of us.

As he sets a plate in front of me, he smiles, a warm and genuine expression that makes my heart skip a beat. "I hope you're hungry," he says, taking a seat next to me.

"Starving," I reply, though I know it's not just the food I'm craving.

We eat in comfortable silence, sharing occasional glances that speak volumes. Every bite, every sip of coffee, is filled with a sense of connection and intimacy that I hadn't expected to find. It's more than just a physical attraction—it's something deeper, something that makes me feel alive in a way I haven't felt in a long time.

As we finish breakfast, I realize that Airs has become all I can think about. He's in my thoughts, in my heart, and it's a feeling I can't shake. No one else matters, and for the first time, I'm starting to accept that maybe, just maybe, this could be something real. Maybe that's what sex does to a person, but I refuse to believe it's just the sex that has me feeling this way.