As the morning sun began to rise, Uno and Denise were still asleep and naked from the exciting night from before.
Once the sunlight reached Uno's eyes, he stirred slightly before waking up. When his eyes were fully open, the first thing he noticed that something was beside him. His eyes fell upon the currently sleeping Denise, who was naked with the cover of the blanket protecting her modesty.
He smiled warmly at the sight of her, Uno couldn't still believe that he, one of the more professional acting North Heathson agent, has a girlfriend.
Uno's smile softened further as he gently adjusted his position to get a better look at Denise. The warmth of the moment, mixed with the soft light of dawn, made him feel as if the world outside didn’t exist, just the two of them in this serene space.
As he shifted, something caught his eye on the blanket. A faint stain of dried blood near where Denise had been lying. His heart skipped a beat as realization dawned on him. That was... her first time... and mine, he thought, a mixture of emotions swirling within him—pride, tenderness, and a touch of nervousness.
Uno leaned in closer, brushing a stray strand of hair from Denise’s face. The gentle touch caused her to stir. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking against the soft morning light, and her gaze met his.
"Good morning," Uno whispered, his voice soft and filled with affection.
Denise smiled sleepily, her eyes shining with warmth. "Morning," she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep. She stretched a little, the blanket slipping slightly but still keeping her modesty intact. "Did you sleep well?" she asked, her smile widening as she looked at him.
Uno chuckled softly. "Better than ever," he admitted, his hand still lingering near her face. "How about you?"
Denise nodded, then noticed the look on his face, a mix of concern and something else she couldn't quite place. "Uno? Is everything alright?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry.
He hesitated for a moment before glancing at the blanket. "Denise... I noticed..." He paused, unsure of how to bring it up delicately. "The, um, blood..."
Her eyes followed his to the stain, and she blushed deeply, pulling the blanket closer to herself. "Oh..." she murmured, her cheeks turning a rosy shade.
Uno quickly reached out, gently taking her hand. "It's okay, love," he said, his voice tender. "I just... I remember last night was your first time too."
Denise nodded slowly, still feeling a bit self-conscious. "Yeah, it was," she admitted quietly. "I was... nervous, but you made me feel so safe, Uno."
Uno’s heart swelled at her words. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I’m glad," he said softly. "It was my first time too, you know."
Denise’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. "Really? I mean, you were so... confident," she said, searching his eyes for any hint of doubt.
Uno chuckled, a bit of that professional composure slipping. "I might have acted like it, but trust me, I was just as nervous. I wanted everything to be perfect for you."
Denise smiled, her heart warming at his words. "It was perfect," she assured him, squeezing his hand gently. "I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way."
They shared a quiet moment, the morning light softly illuminating their expressions. Uno reached out again, brushing her hair back with such care that it made Denise’s heart flutter.
"I’m really lucky to have you, Denise," Uno said after a moment, his voice full of sincerity. "You make everything... brighter, better. I can’t believe how fortunate I am."
