I woke up to the feeling of a thousand tiny, pleasant aches.
My entire body felt heavy, bruised in the best possible way, and profoundly relaxed. I was nestled in a cocoon of cashmere and high-thread-count sheets, the scent of Yichen and his peach blossoms all around me.
What a beautiful morning, I yawned.
I stretched, a low, satisfied groan escaping my lips. The memories of last night sent a fresh wave of heat to my cheeks. I hit flayed my legs around, a giggle escaping my lips happily as I opened my eyes.
Turning to the side, I expected to find him watching me with that intense gaze of his but, his side of the bed was cold. I sat up, my heart giving a strange lurch. But then when I checked around and found the note on the bed stand, I released a sigh.
He only just left for work. I checked the time, and It was late morning, 9 am. Yichen was a punctual person and always out of the house, early morning, 6 am. Which I admire from him.
