The rays of sunlight streamed into the room from the window and shone brightly on Arthur's face, causing him to squint as he woke up from his sleep.
Feeling the familiar squishy sensation on his face, Arthur inhaled lightly and stayed there for some time, unwilling to get up.
It felt so soft, so smooth, and so perfect.
Wild imaginations surged into Arthur's mind as he felt the warmth on his face rather than the familiar morning cold.
He decided internally… this was definitely how he'd be sleeping every night.
There was a brief silence in the room as Arthur just enjoyed the rhythmic heaving up and down of Nephis' chest.
He could hear her loudly beating heart, which sounded slightly rhythmic and melodious to him.
Finally, feeling that if he stayed that way he might not achieve anything for the day, Arthur reluctantly stood up to see Nephis staring at him.
The veil covered her face but from the way she seemed, Arthur could tell she was staring at him.
