The next morning, Henry Moreland woke up to find something heavy on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe. He opened his eyes and was startled by the dark mass on his chest.
Emma Cooper's black hair spread across his entire chest, her arm wrapped around his torso, and one of her legs lightly rested on his hip, unfortunately pressing against a certain morning impulse typical for men.
Henry Moreland's face looked a bit grim as he raised his hand to gently push Emma Cooper's shoulder, "Emma, wake up."
Emma Cooper, still half-asleep, shifted her leg that was on Henry Moreland's hip, making his expression even more troubled.
"Emma!" He gave her a firm push.
Emma Cooper's mind was fuzzy, and her eyelids were too sore to open.
Last night, she intended to sneak away once Henry Moreland fell asleep. But she relished the warmth of his embrace and was mesmerized by his peaceful sleeping face. She kept staring at him until she unknowingly dozed off.
