Belle did not wake until late afternoon, and even then, it was Angel's loud, deafening cries that startled her from a dreamless sleep.
She opened her eyes to a room washed in warm sunlight, the golden beams streaming through the window and casting a pinkish hue over everything thanks to the sheer pink curtains swaying gently with the spring breeze. Not hearing the cry again, Belle wondered if she had imagined it and remained still, lying quietly in bed.
She didn't attempt to rise, just turned her head to the other side of the bed. She was alone, Rohan's side was empty. But the creased sheets and the sunken pillow were signs of his recent presence. The memory of what they had done the night before came rushing back, warm and vivid.
