On Saturday, Sola woke up quite late. By the time she would
open her eyes, it was almost 8am. She did not see Paul on the bed and she
assumed he was in the bathroom. After staring at the bathroom door for about
ten minutes and hearing nothing, she got out of bed and as she opened the door
Paul was standing at the door.
“Good morning darling.” He smiled
“Morning. I woke up late. I’m sorry.”
“No need to be sorry. I know you would be quite exhausted
from last night so I decided to make you breakfast.” He dropped the tray he was
carrying on the bedside table and pulled her close.

