In the heart of New York City, Sadira Kingston is the proud owner and head baker of "Sweets," a charming bakery renowned for its delectable treats and warm atmosphere. Her life takes an unexpected turn when Davis Maclean, a brooding lawyer with a re...
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I woke up to the soft, soothing weight of Sadira's leg draped over mine, her body nestled close to mine, warm and relaxed. The early morning light filtered through the frosted windows, casting a gentle, golden hue over the room. Her head rested on my chest, her breath a steady, calming rhythm against my skin. I gently rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, and glanced at my phone on the nightstand. It was 10:00 AM. A smile tugged at my lips as I looked down at Sadira. She looked so peaceful, her features softened in sleep, her lips slightly parted, and her hair splayed around her like a dark halo.
Carefully, I eased out of bed, not wanting to disturb her. I tiptoed to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face to wake up fully. The chill against my skin was refreshing. I brushed my teeth, my mind wandering back to how effortlessly beautiful Sadira looked, even in her sleep. I could still feel the warmth of her body against mine, and the gentle, rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing was oddly comforting.
When I emerged from the bathroom, I saw Sadira slowly stirring. She sat up, her hairnet still firmly in place, and rubbed her eyes. She wore a set of skims loungewear, and even in her relaxed state, she looked effortlessly beautiful. The snug fabric hugged her curves, accentuating her nice round butt and thick thighs in a way that was both casual and incredibly attractive. She shuffled over to the sink, washing her hands and then her face, before brushing her teeth. Her movements were deliberate and quiet, a peaceful morning ritual that somehow made her even more endearing.
"Good morning," she said softly, her voice still heavy with sleep as she looked at me through the mirror.
"Morning," I replied, a smile spreading across my face. I wiped my hands on a towel, my gaze lingering on her in the mirror. There was something about her soft voice and sleepy demeanor that made her seem even more enchanting.
We made our way downstairs together, the smell of breakfast drawing us toward the kitchen. Monet had outdone herself, creating a spread that looked as delicious as it smelled. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fresh fruit were laid out on the table. We all gathered around, exchanging sleepy but happy greetings as we dug into the meal.
As we ate, the conversation flowed easily. Monet excitedly outlined our plans for the day: skiing. The anticipation was infectious, and everyone was eager to get started. We finished breakfast quickly and headed upstairs to prepare for our adventure. The process of suiting up in our winter gear was a bit chaotic but filled with laughter and camaraderie.
I noticed Sadira shivering slightly in her hot pink snowsuit. Without hesitation, I walked over to her. "Come here," I said, my tone gentle but firm. She looked up at me, her eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and gratitude as I unzipped her suit. I pulled out a few heat packets and tucked them inside, feeling a sense of satisfaction at being able to help.
"Thank you," she said, her smile bright and sincere. The simple gesture of warmth seemed to deepen our connection, and I could see the genuine appreciation in her eyes.
