When Thalassa woke up the next day, she was still in the arms of Lysander.
Her head nestled on one of his arms, while his other arm draped over her, encircling her waist, h. His large hand gently resteding on her stomach.
His palm was warm and slightly damp.
He held her tightly, cocooning her like a burrito.
His masculine scent that which held a hint of sandalwood lingered around her.
The foreboding sense of danger that she felt the previous day returned in full force.
Thalassa tried to move, intending to get out of bed, but felt a slight pain in her waist. His arm was too heavy, squashing her.
A frown creased Thalassa's beautiful brows. She took hold of Lysander's arm, planning to carefully move it off her.
She was cautious, but halfway through, the man behind her stirred abruptly, propping himself up.
Thalassa spun around, meeting Lysander's deep, and sleep-filled eyes.
She paused, explaining, "It's morning, time for work."
Lysander withdrew his hand from her, sat up, and rubbed his temples. His overwhelming presence made Thalassa freeze in place.
With the smallest movements, she got out of bed.
She left the room, relieved that Lysander didn't make things difficult for her.
While she was brushing her teeth in the bathroom, Lysander's imposing figure appeared at the door, and the atmosphere instantly tensed.
Thalassa turned around instinctively, seeing Lysander standing at the doorway.
With toothpaste foam in her mouth, she mumbled, "Good morning..."
After she finished speaking, she quickly rinsed her mouth,. She spit out the foam, cleaned her toothbrush, and placed it back on the sink.
Lysander walked in, his deep voice asked, "Do you have a new toothbrush?"
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