We Never Broke Up (A Second Chance Romance)

Chapter 20

The soft morning light gently streamed in through the curtains, casting a

warm glow on the room, slowly coaxing me from my peaceful slumber.

I blinked my eyes open to find myself lying face to face with Thad. His

breathing, a soothing and steady rhythm, brushed against my face, wrapping me in a comforting embrace of closeness.

Recollections of the previous night resurfaced in my mind, evoking a myriad of emotions. It had been a considerable amount of time since I had felt the way I did with Thad.

The connection we shared had deepened significantly,

leaving me in a state of both delight and uncertainty.

My gaze was drawn to his long lashes resting gently on his high cheekbones

and then down to his tranquil lips, part of which was obscured by a curtain

of his dark hair.

He lay on his stomach, basking in the soft morning light that gracefully danced across his broad back.

A tender smile played on my lips as I couldn't help but admire him, my heart

swaying with the deep affection I held for him. I've loved him for as long

as I could remember, and his innocent slumber stirred emotions within me,

emotions that had only grown stronger over time.

Cautiously, I began to sit up, the idea of waking him feeling both exciting

and daunting. The previous night had been a mix of tenderness and intimacy,

and I wasn't quite ready to face the morning just yet.

I tried to gently ease his hands away from my waist, silently praying not to

disturb his peaceful sleep. With my heart pounding in my chest, I succeeded and slipped off the bed, although not without a minor mishap-my backside inadvertently bumped into the floor, causing a slight wince.

Hoping I hadn't roused him, I stole a glance at his still-sleeping form, and my anxiety eased when I saw he remained undisturbed. Clad in nothing but his

shirt, I tiptoed out of his room.

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Thad

I had just awakened, and the absence of Sera beside me puzzled me. A

frown crept onto my face as I headed to the bathroom, still wondering about

her whereabouts.

As I showered, my thoughts churned about last night, one

of the most blissful nights I'd experienced, and I couldn't help but hope that she didn't regret it.

After my shower, I explored the house, searching for any sign of her presence,

but she was nowhere to be found. I emerged outside, where a refreshing

breeze greeted me.

There, I spotted her by the pool, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the morning sun. She was in hushed conversation on the phone, her whispered words barely audible.

I couldn't help but wonder, was it Senior on the line again?

My gaze drifted over her attire. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a crop top, which accentuated her figure-the same body that I had run my hands over just yesterday, basking in the blissful sensation of having her all