Chapter 70: Favorite Flowers
Sarah
I wake up when the sunlight hits my eyes, warm and persistent against my eyelids. For a moment, I’m confused. Then everything from last night slowly comes back to me.
The argument.
The tension.
The shower.
Matthew.
I blink a few times, letting my eyes adjust to the morning light spilling across the room. I shift slightly and realize I’m not alone. His arm is draped over my waist, heavy and warm, his body pressed close behind mine.
I don’t move. I barely breathe. I just lie there.
Something tells me to look at the time, so I reach for my phone on the nightstand next to me. I look at it and gasp.
"The meeting!" I yelp.
Matthew stirs behind me, his grip tightening instinctively as I try to sit up.