"Mr. Jonas?"
Her biological clock fished Eiffel out of the ocean of dreams. Submersed in the warmth of the blankets, the young woman instinctively rolled to the left, embracing the still-drowsy boy in a hazy daze. The warm sensation transmitted from his arms and chest set her mind at ease. Amidst fatigue that had yet to completely dissipate, Eiffel brought her cheek close to Jonas.
"Chirp~"
The blonde girl gently kissed the boy's cheek, glanced at the burning scented candle on the windowsill, and then lay back down, holding Jonas to continue enjoying her peaceful sleep. Soon, the sound of steady breathing echoed softly in the gradually brightening room. The sunlight that managed to squeeze past the rose-embroidered curtains slowly illuminated the quiet, serene smile on Eiffel's face. Beneath the quilt where the sunlight could not reach, the girl's miyin was relishing the scorching heat from last night's passion, secreting crystal-clear **.
"Beep-beep-beep! Beep-beep-beep!"
The alarm clock tap-dancing on the nightstand fell silent after a broad hand swatted it onto the surface. The crisp sound of the ticking hands was both the alarm's haunting memory of its once-daily ** dance and the start of a new day for the "husband and wife" whose ** were now pressed completely against one another.
"Mmh~"
Perhaps the benefit of a second sleep was allowing tired nerves more time to rest, but once a sweet slumber was "awakened a second time" by the clamor of reality, the fatigue it brought would be doubled.
"Eiffel, Eiffel? Miss Eiffel~"
Looking at the blonde secretary cradled in his arms, being gently shaken yet refusing to wake up and face reality no matter what, Jonas's face was full of helplessness: if Eiffel didn't wake up in time, who was going to help him with today's business? Thinking this,