Her eyes snapped open.
The daylight that filtered in through the open window was so bright that she had to shut her eyes immediately.
This wasn't her room…
Then she felt the weight resting on her arm and everything began coming back to her.
Everything they had done.
The faint ache between her legs was proof that it hadn't been a dream. So was the man who was still asleep, curled up in arms.
He looked like a little boy with his hair falling in messy waves over his eyes.
How come he was still sleeping?
She just lay there, letting herself absorb everything.
It was her wedding day…
What time was it?
Then she heard the feet scurrying along the hallway before someone knocked on the door.
Theodore's eyes snapped open at the muffled sound, his eyes red.
Her hand, which had been smoothing his hair, paused mid-action.
Slowly, his eyes moved to her.
