Byron woke up before Rosalie did the following day.

Rosalie was still sleeping soundly since she was drunk and had a tiring night.

She lay in Byron’s arms, breathing calmly.

Byron looked in his embrace and saw Rosalie’s beautiful eyelashes fluttering. She was breathing softly. It made her look adorable.

Further down, there were traces of their passionate entanglement.

Almost as soon as he saw those traces, the memories of the night before rushed into his mind.

Byron’s breathing grew heavie