Eliana Bennett stirred awake in the dim glow of the master suite, her lashes fluttering against the light seeping through the expensive curtains. The afternoon sun crept in stubborn streaks, breaking the shadows with soft golden lines. Her body felt heavy, cocooned in warmth she wasn't ready to leave. And it took a moment for her senses to catch up. She was still wrapped in Rafael's arms, her cheek pressed against the firm plane of his chest, rising and falling with his steady breaths. The silk sheets tangled around them, a luxurious prison she hadn't expected to find herself in. Blinking slowly, she tilted her head up, careful not to disturb him, and let her gaze trace the contours of his face as if trying to memorize them without waking him.