The next morning, Ciel and Roxanne were woken up by the morning light streaming gently into the bedroom where they slept.

It cast a soft gold light on the silk sheets.

Roxanne slowly stirred as the light touched her face.

She was still wrapped up in Ciel's arms, feeling the warmth of his embrace.

His arm was around her waist as his breath fell on the curve of her back.

She did not want to move away, at least not yet.

There was this sense of peace between them that she did not want ...