Theresa.
The soft, golden rays of early morning light filtered gently through the sheer silk curtains of the master suite, painting the plush bedroom in a quiet, amber glow.
I blinked my eyes open, waking up to a sense of warmth that enveloped my entire body. I didn't move an inch. The mattress beneath me was soft and sprawling, but what held me anchored were the two heavy, muscular bodies lying on either side of me.
To my right, Lawrence was resting peacefully on his side, his long arm wrapped securely around my waist, his breathing slow, steady, and rhythmic. His usually sharp, polished features were completely relaxed in sleep, his dark hair falling softly over his forehead, making him look surprisingly approachable and tender compared to his sharp corporate persona.
