Matched with my boss

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Jake



I woke up feeling a slight confusion. The room I was in didn’t look familiar. For a second, I wondered where I was and what had happened, but then everything started to make sense. I was in Daphne’s apartment. The morning light filtered through the curtains, filling the room with a soft, golden glow that reflected off the walls. The room was cozy, with personal touches in every corner: a few books stacked on a nearby shelf, framed family photos on a dresser, and an air of simplicity, yet warmth, that could only belong to her.

I turned my head to the right, and there she was. Daphne slept peacefully, with her light brown hair spilling over the pillow and partially across her face. The ends of her hair, lighter and almost golden, glowed in the morning light, creating a contrast that made everything feel more intimate, more special. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, her calm breathing filled the room with a sense of tranquility, and a soft snore escaped her lips now and then. It made me smile.

I watched her for a moment, feeling a mix of emotions that were difficult to describe. Last night had been... magical. There was no other word for it. Daphne was pure fire, a force that had ignited every corner of my being, and the attraction we’d felt for days had finally manifested in the most intense way possible. The desire, the connection, it had all felt natural, as if each touch, each kiss, had been a step toward something inevitable. And now here she was, sleeping beside me, so beautiful and so real that it was hard to believe.

I sighed, feeling a quiet happiness settle in my chest. I felt renewed, as if all the worries I’d carried over the past few weeks had dissolved in the intensity of last night. Of course, we’d gotten very little sleep. Most of the night had been spent exploring, discovering each other, satisfying that desire we’d both been holding back. Each moment felt like time had stopped; there was only us and that visceral, deep connection we’d shared. But even with so few hours of sleep, I felt strangely rested, as if the little sleep we’d had had a different quality. No nightmares, no worries, just a sense of peace that came from having Daphne close.

I propped myself up slightly, trying not to wake her, resting on my elbow so I could see her better. There was something so vulnerable about the way she slept, with one hand under the pillow and the other resting on the bed near me, that it made me feel a kind of tenderness I hadn’t expected. Her lips were slightly parted, her face entirely at peace. In that moment, I realized how lucky I was to see her like this, so relaxed, so at ease. Last night, we’d shared something intimate, something that went beyond physical desire; it had been a mutual surrender, a connection without words.

I looked down at my hand, resting close to hers. For a moment, I let myself move it closer, brushing her fingers with mine, a touch so soft it barely made contact with her skin. She shifted slightly, murmuring something in her sleep I couldn’t understand, then settled again, moving a bit closer to me. I smiled. I didn’t want to wake her; I wanted her to keep resting, but it was hard to resist the urge to touch her, to feel that connection once more, even in something as simple as brushing her fingers.

The room was quiet, and I could hear the distant sounds of the city beginning to wake. New York was always alive; there was always something happening beyond these walls, but here, in this small sanctuary, everything felt different. I was alone with her, and for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t in a rush to go anywhere, to do anything other than enjoy this moment.

As I watched her, I couldn’t help but recall every detail of the night before: the way she’d laughed between kisses, the soft sound of her voice whispering my name, the feel of her skin against mine. There was something so powerful in all of it, something that made me want more, to explore more of her, to know every part of her. I didn’t know how long this would last between us, but in that moment, I didn’t care. I was willing to savor every second, to take each moment I could with her and make it count.

Daphne let out a small snore, softer this time, and it made me chuckle quietly. There was something so genuine and endearing about that sound, something that made everything feel more real. It wasn’t a perfect night in a fairy-tale sense; it was better, because it was real, because she was real, with her laughter, her moans, and even those little snores that made me smile like an i***t. I lay back down on the pillow, still watching her. I was in that space between sleep and wakefulness, where thoughts flow without restrictions, and all I could think was how much I wanted to know her even more.

There was a moment during the night when she looked directly into my eyes, with an intensity that left me speechless. That gaze, that moment of pure connection, had been the closest I’d felt to being vulnerable and completely accepted in a long time. I didn’t know if it was something she’d felt as well, but I hoped she had. I hoped it had been special for her too, that it wasn’t just physical attraction binding us but something deeper.

I let out another sigh, closing my eyes for a moment, allowing the peace of the room to wrap around me. Staying here with her, feeling the warmth of her body next to mine, was all I needed right then. I knew that eventually, I’d have to get up, that the day would call both of us back to our responsibilities, but for now, I just wanted to enjoy this moment. To feel her presence, the gentle weight of her legs against mine, the scent of her hair filling the air.

I leaned toward her slightly, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, hoping not to wake her. Daphne shifted a little, moving closer, and draped an arm across my chest, nestling against me. I held her gently, wrapping her in my arms and closing my eyes, savoring the feeling of having her so close. There was nothing else I wanted to do, nowhere else I wanted to be. In that moment, she was my everything, and I felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be.