Mysteries of Riverwood

Chapter 39 :- Silk and Champagne

As the soft rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, I gradually stirred from my slumber, feeling a weight on my chest. Gently, I opened my eyes to find Alice nestled against me, her head resting peacefully on my chest. But as I fully awakened, I realized she was sprawled across my entire body, her warmth enveloping me.

I sighed, gently eased her down beside me, careful not to disturb her slumber. As I settled onto the bed, waves of pain washed over my body from her weight pressing down on me.

Before I could fully contemplate the throbbing pain, Alice began to stir. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing those captivating eyes that always seemed to hold a hint of mischief. A drowsy smile graced her lips as she stretched, her movements graceful yet languid.

"Good morning," she murmured, her voice soft and melodic.

My cheeks flushed at the sight of her, the intimacy of the moment stirring emotions within me. "Um... good morning," I replied.

But in an instant, the tranquility was shattered as Alice suddenly sat up, pushing me gently and effortlessly rolling on top of me. Her proximity sent my heart racing, her breath warm against my skin as she leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"So, what do you wanna do first?" she whispered, her voice teasing, playful and she bit her bottom lip seductively "Do you want breakfast? Or perhaps would you have me?"

When she finished, I swiftly flipped her over, reversing our positions so that now I was the one looking down at her.

A blush painted Alice's cheeks as she attempted to speak, her embarrassment evident in the stammer of her words. "I was just kidd-- " she began but her sentence was short cut by the firm grasp of my hands pinning her wrists above her head.

"It's too late now." I whispered as I leaned in to capture her lips in a gentle kiss. With her eyes closed, she surrendred the moment.

But before our intimacy could fully unfold sharp Knock at the door shattered the fragile bubble of our privacy disrupting the tender moment between us.

Knock knock

"Breakfast will be ready in 10 minutes lovebirds," the teasing voice came from beyond the door, a reminder of the world outside our private sanctuary.

She opened her eyes, let out sigh of exasperation her frustration evident at a small smile tuck at the corners of her leaves and said, "They interrupted last night too."

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and then we both let out a small chuckle. Reluctantly I released Alice from my grasp allowing her to sit up on the bed as I moved to join her.

"I know, but let's get ready, okay? We have a big day today," I said.

Despite the interruption, Alice's determination remained steadfast as she rose from the bed, ready to embark on the tasks of the day. With synchronized movements, we navigated the routine of morning rituals, taking turns to brush our teeth and indulge in the refreshing embrace of the shower.

As I emerged from the bathroom, clad in my own clothes, a sudden realization struck me – Alice had no attire of her own. Without hesitation, I offered her my black hoodie and jeans, a simple yet comforting gesture that spoke volumes of our burgeoning bond.

Minutes later, Alice reemerged from the bathroom, draped in my clothes with an effortless grace that took my breath away. She wore them as though they were tailor-made for her, a testament to her innate elegance and the undeniable chemistry between us.

With exchanged smiles brimming with unspoken understanding, we made our way outside the confines of our room, the promise of breakfast beckoning us to the kitchen.