(The next day)
I woke up, feeling the warmth of his body beside me. Honestly, I was a bit confused why he had moved from what should have been a comfortable enough spot to substitute as a pillow, but perhaps he hadn't realized he'd moved right next to me.
I stirred, trying to free myself from his tight embrace. The sun was already quite high, piercing through the curtain gaps, indicating that morning was turning into noon. "Arturo," I whispered softly, patting his arm.
No response.
I tried again, a little louder, "Arturo, wake up. It's already noon."
He just mumbled, burying his face deeper into the pillow.
I chuckled. It seemed easier to wake a mountain than this man.
Since he still wouldn't wake up, my gaze fell on something that caught my attention, hidden under a thin blanket. A small, suspicious mound. My curiosity flared.
How big was that "thing," really?
