Derrick's pov
The morning sun cast its gentle glow, illuminating Natalie's slumbering form. I approached the guest room window, hoping to stir her from her dreams. The golden rays danced upon her eyelids, coaxing a subtle shift in her sleep.
Standing by the bedside, my thoughts swirled like a tempest. There were things between us that needed clarity, but I feared her waking up to a hangover. Deciding to ease her into the day, I ventured to the kitchen, intent on brewing a cup of coffee.
Returning with a tray cradled in my hands, I found Natalie stirring. She blinked, her features softened by the dawn's light, until a sudden sharp cry escaped her lips, her hands clutching at her temple.
"Easy there," I murmured, gently setting the tray beside her.
"Thank you," she replied, her fingers
