Luke's POV
The morning after exceeded my expectations. We dozed off in my suite after an incredible night, and, truth be told, it was the most restful sleep I've experienced in ages. The awakening sunlight cast a warm glow across the room, giving it a newfound coziness and intimacy.
There she was, Danielle, serenely beautiful in the soft morning light. "Good morning," she whispered, her post-love tranquility infusing the room with a gentle brightness. "Good morning," I replied in a hushed tone, savoring the tranquil atmosphere. We had ventured into uncharted territory, and surprisingly, it felt remarkably satisfying.
"So," I began, my fingers absently tracing patterns on her arm, "how did you sleep?"
She shifted, propping herself up on one elbow to face me. A small smile played on her
