Clara
I wake up before him… my body feels everything that happened last night.
I opened my eyes and tried to stretch, but I couldn't.
I don't know exactly what time of morning it is, I only know that the light is just beginning to filter through the window, soft, timid… as if it doesn't want to interrupt.
I'm in his arms again. And it doesn't feel strange anymore. That's the first thing I notice, there's no discomfort… nor any immediate doubts. That feeling of "what am I doing here?" is gone. Quite the opposite, it feels… good. Natural. As if little by little this has become a part of me. A part of my days…
I lift my head slightly, I look at him… Ethan is still asleep. His breathing is deep, calm. His face… relaxed. Very different from the man who always seems to be in control of
