Early the next morning.

Half-asleep, I rolled over, and my hand landed on something unexpected.

No, not something. Someone.

I snapped awake to find myself wrapped in someone's arms.

And the owner of those arms was looking at me with gentle eyes, as if pouring all his tenderness into that gaze.

"You're up?" His voice was slightly rough, with a touch of huskiness.

As memories of last night gradually came back, I felt a bit shy. Then, changing my mind, I ...