Lilian's POV
He seemed to whisper something like, "Alright, sweetheart. I won't push anymore..."
I had to be imagining things. Augusto would never speak to me with such tenderness. That gentle tone was completely out of character for him.
When my alarm shrieked the next morning, every instinct told me to burrow deeper under the covers. Then reality crashed over me like cold water - today marked my first day at the new job.
That single thought obliterated any trace of drowsiness. I attempted to spring from the mattress, only to collapse back down as waves of soreness rolled through every muscle in my body.
Fumbling for my phone, I squinted at the display. Six thirty in the morning.
Thank God I had set that alarm. After the way Augusto had completely worn me out last night, I would have slept until noon without it.
The thought of him made me automatically glance toward his side of the bed. Empty. He really was an early riser.
