The following day, Diana slept in until late morning.
John had already risen, leaving the room in serene silence, with only her presence to break it.
She shifted her somewhat stiff body and memories of the previous night flushed her cheeks.
"Damn," she muttered. She shouldn't have teased him like that.
In the bathroom, she almost didn't make it out. John had to carry her out, her limbs giving way.
Even as she drifted into slumber, her dreams were filled with John's endearing and teasing nicknames.
That infuriating man didn't spare her even in her dreams.
Diana tossed aside the covers and made her way to the bathroom.
After her morning routine, she emerged from the room.
Downstairs, John sat on the couch, engrossed in his laptop, presumably tending to business.
On the nearby balco
