Elena's P.O.V
The next morning dawned with a gentle warmth that filled the air, promising a day of possibilities. As I woke up, I found Vincent already awake, his eyes gleaming with determination as he performed pushups in the middle of the room. His alpha presence filled the room, and I couldn't help but smile at the sight of him.
"Good morning…" I muttered, sinking deeper into the covers.
Vincent rose from the floor, his upper body bare and glistening with sweat as he came to the bed and pressed a kiss to my forehead before reaching for my lips.
His kiss made my toes curl, but he didn't prolong the kiss or reach for me under the bed. Instead, he rose up with a sigh, looking down at me as if he was expecting me to rise as well.
"Do I need to get up?" I sighed, not wanting to leave the warmth of his bed.