Tanya’s POV
My eyelids softly flutter open, the blurriness of my vision slowly fading as I grow conscious of my surroundings and my body awakens. But I’m too groggy to do nothing by lying in bed. The soft pillow beneath my head urges me to sink into its depth and rest my eyes some more, but I can’t.
Not when I can feel a warm muscular hand laying limp upon my waist, not when I can feel his gentle breaths against my skin as he lies asleep beside me. Not when the slight breeze tickles my cold but completely bare skin beneath the quilt. Not when I’m so sore in all the right places.
I smile. My current situation has me filled with nostalgia, identifying the parallels between this very moment and the morning of my very first one-night stand with Marco. Where somehow, by fate, or mischievou
