She stirs lethargically beneath the sheets, twisting and turning in time with each yawn.
She smiles when she feel sthe warmth beside her. It's been so long since she's woken up to find a warm body beside her. Too long.
She rolls over, with every intention of looking the man in the eye.
She gasps. Wrong man.
She glances around the room. Wrong room.
Wrong man, wrong room, no husband, no clothes. That means...
His mesmerizing blue eyes flutter open to greet her and his lips form a sleepy smile.
This is how it's going to end. This is it.