Chapter 260 - 259: Something Soft?
The morning light slipped lazily through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling across the room in a soft golden haze. It brushed against Rex’s face, warm and gentle, making him groan and shift. Just then something tickled his face, he groaned, his eyelids fluttered open, squinting against the brightness as his brain sluggishly tried to wake up. His head felt a little heavy, not painfully so, just the warm fuzziness of someone who’d definitely had one too many drinks.
That’s when he felt it.
Something warm. Something soft. Almost impossibly soft, was pressed against him.
His brow furrowed, still half asleep, as he tilted his head down, and his breath stuck in his throat. A naked flawless body was curled in his arms, pressed close as though they’d been molded together by the night itself, like they’d been made to fit.
For a moment, his half-awake brain struggled to process the sight. His eyes followed the smooth line of her back, the delicate curve of her waist, the silky hair cascading like molten gold over the pillow. Her face, peaceful, beautiful even in sleep, looked like something carved for a magazine cover, not a scene he’d wake up to.
Monica.
The realization hit like a shock. Monica, Hollywood’s new hot diva. A face literally plastered on every magazine cover, every billboard in the city, a rising star who made entire rooms fall silent when she walked in...and right now, she was fast asleep in his arms. Her breathing was slow and steady, her lips slightly parted, and that ridiculously beautiful face of hers still looked camera-ready even with her hair all wild and tangled.
He blinked, half convinced this had to be some weird alcohol-induced dream. Her bare skin brushing against his, warm and soft like a dream. For a second, he just stared, almost disbelieving. But no, the soft heat of her bare body pressed against his made it all too real.
He let out a low breath, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. "Well... guess that really happened," he muttered under his breath.
For a second, memories from last night flickered back in flashes...the drinking contest, the teasing that turned into something heated, the way her laughter had turned breathless, and then the moment they’d stumbled into the penthouse, losing pieces of clothing along the way.