The next morning.
After a dreamless night and a peaceful sleep, the sky had just brightened, and the autumn sun was shining upon the earth, filtered by the blackout curtains in the room.
Blake Fuller opened his eyes, and in just two seconds, the grogginess vanished, leaving him completely awake.
He turned towards Caroline Edwin lying in bed, his long, slender eyes deep and serene.
She had a good sleeping posture, and in the dry climate of autumn, her skin remained unaffected, soft and smooth.
Seemingly sensing his focused gaze, her long, feathery eyelashes quivered before she opened her eyes.
She turned and saw the handsome face of the man before her.
"Good morning, Blake."
Her throat was dry in the morning, and the sound came out slightly hoarse before she had a chance to drink warm water to soothe it.
The simple sound of his name from her lips seemed like the most beautiful love poem, making his heart flutter.