Dahlia PoV
The next morning, we woke up tangled in each other's arms, the sunlight filtering through the window and illuminating our naked bodies. I felt sore and warm, my heart overflowing with love for him.
Xander stirred beside me, his eyes opening slowly. He gave me his typical sleepy grin, his eyes twinkling with happiness.
"Mornin', my sweet flower," he said, his voice still heavy with sleep. "How ya feeling?"
"Sore, ya still don't know how to hold back," I said, rubbing my neck.
He blushed. "Sorry, got carried away."
I chuckled. "It's okay. It's nice to feel loved."
He smiled and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "I'll always love ya, Dahlia. No matter where I am or what happens, that will never change."
I snuggled closer to him, feeling his warm skin against mine.
He smirked. "If ya keep doin' that, I might lose my control again."
I giggled. "Xander, we don't have time for that."
"Who said we didn't?"
