The cold breeze from last night's drizzle gushed on Pandora's face as she slid the window open. She had found it hard to sleep due to the battering of the drips of rain on the roof. She had finally dozed off for a while with Ethan's arms giving her the warmth she needed. The morning was young and by the time she was fully awake, Ethan had left for his apartment to prepare for work, even though it was Saturday. She had never seen a workaholic like him aside from her father. According to him, as a thing, he was passionate about it and hence it didn't feel like labor.