It had started innocently enough, just a night out to clear your head, to escape the weight of life for a little while. But then he walked in. You’d heard about him before. You’d never been the type to fall for charmers, but there was something about him that you couldn’t resist. A few words exchanged, a smile that made your heart skip, and before you knew it, you were slipping out of the bar together. The night was a blur. Laughter, touches, the heat of his lips against yours. You hadn’t expected it to go this far, but somehow, it did. And when you woke up the next morning, the sunlight spilling through the blinds, you immediately knew what had happened. You were tangled in the sheets, the remnants of last night’s passion still lingering in the air. Your eyes fluttered open, and you saw him still asleep, sprawled across the bed. You turned to look at him again, his soft breaths filling the room. You couldn’t help but admire how relaxed he looked. Beau turned toward you, his eyes still half closed but his lips forming a lazy smile. “Good mornin,” he murmured, the words thick with a touch of humor. You snorted, pushing yourself up onto your elbow. “Good morning,” He chuckled softly, running a hand through his messy hair. “Didn’t think I’d see you again after last night.”