The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 202: Always remember

Chapter 202: Always remember

Beatrix slowly opened her eyes, greeted by the gentle morning light seeping through the curtains. Blinking away her sleepiness, she suddenly sensed a presence beside her.

Surprised, she turned her gaze and found Rhys peacefully asleep next to her, a faint smile on his lips as he emitted a gentle snore.

Beatrix became aware of the warmth of his arm beneath her head, stretched across her pillow, and his body pressed against her back. Their feet were entangled together.

A mix of confusion and delight washed over her, causing her heart to skip a beat. She rolled over to face him and saw him lying on his back, with his other arm under his head and his hair tousled on the pillow. He looked incredibly serene.

Seeing him in that state made her heart ache, but in the most beautiful way. It was like the feeling of a tight, affectionate hug that might squeeze your ribs but fills you with warmth.

Beatrix had expected him to have left before she woke up, but there he lay, his disheveled hair and peaceful expression creating an endearing sight.

She couldn’t help but study his features, tracing the lines on his face with her eyes, feeling a comforting warmth spread through her chest. A soft exhale escaped her lips, blending with the tranquil ambiance of the room.

Rhys truly was beautiful—innocent and peaceful. Although her body still felt tired, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him.

In this intimate moment, Beatrix marveled at the vulnerability of seeing Rhys in such a state of repose. It felt as though time stood still, encapsulating the depth of their connection. The boundaries between dreams and reality blurred, and for a fleeting moment, she wondered if this was another beautiful illusion conjured by her imagination.

However, as she observed the subtle rise and fall of his chest and listened to the rhythm of his breath merging with the sounds of the morning, Beatrix realized that Rhys was there, tangible and real, by her side. A profound sense of contentment filled her entire being.

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she carefully shifted closer to him, cherishing the comfort of his presence. She wished she could freeze this moment in time, preserving this snapshot of pure serenity.

Beatrix longed for everything about him—the scent that enveloped her, soothing her senses, like scratching an unreachable itch on her back. She yearned for the softness of his hair and the mingling fragrances of his shampoo and cologne. She missed his mischievous comments and his familiar smirks.

They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, but Beatrix believed that distance had caused her heart to grow to the point of almost collapsing in on itself. Yet, she couldn’t find it within herself to be bothered by the overwhelming intensity of her emotions. All her senses recognized was him, and that was enough.

Beatrix gently reached out, her fingertips hovering just above Rhys’s cheek, as if afraid to disturb the tranquility of the moment. She traced the contours of his face with featherlight touches, committing every curve and angle to memory. Each stroke of her fingertips sent a jolt of electricity through her, awakening a dormant part of her soul that had yearned for his touch.

Lost in the tenderness of the moment, Beatrix leaned closer, her breath mingling with his as she brushed her lips against his forehead. She lingered there, relishing the warmth that radiated from his skin, savoring the delicate connection between them.

Time seemed to stretch, as if the universe conspired to grant them this stolen moment of intimacy. Beatrix marveled at the depth of her affection for Rhys, a love that had only grown stronger during their time apart. She realized that distance had not weakened their bond; it had only served to illuminate the depth of their connection.

With a soft sigh, Beatrix settled back against the pillows, her gaze fixed on Rhys’s face. A sense of gratitude swelled within her, for the twists and turns of fate that had brought them together and for the precious moments they shared.

As Rhys began to stir, a smile tugged at the corners of Beatrix’s lips. She knew that when his eyes met hers, the world would come alive with a vibrant energy, and the weight of their separation would dissipate like a wisp of smoke in the wind.

Her heart filled with anticipation as Rhys’s eyelids fluttered open, revealing the depths of his soul. His eyes, still heavy with sleep, met Beatrix’s gaze, and a spark of recognition and joy ignited between them.

"Good morning," Beatrix whispered, her voice barely audible but laced with an unmistakable affection.

A sleepy smile graced Rhys’s lips as he reached out, his fingers intertwining with hers. "Morning," he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and adoration.

"Were you watching me sleep?" He asked his voice deep from just waking up.

Beatrix chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with playful affection. "Guilty as charged," she confessed, her thumb gently caressing the back of his hand. "I couldn’t resist admiring your peaceful slumber. You looked too beautiful to ignore."

Rhys grinned, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Well, I can’t blame you for that. It’s not every day someone gets to witness the captivating sight of me in deep sleep," he replied, his tone lighthearted.

They shared a brief moment of shared laughter, the sound filling the room with warmth and joy.

As their laughter subsided, Beatrix gazed into Rhys’s eyes, the tenderness in her expression mirroring the depth of her emotions. "I missed you," she admitted softly, her voice tinged with a mix of longing and relief.

Rhys’s smile softened, his thumb gently tracing circles on her hand. "I missed you too, more than words can express," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "Being away from you only made me realize how much you mean to me."

Beatrix’s heart swelled with affection, her eyes shimmering with unspoken emotions. She leaned closer, her forehead resting against his, their breaths mingling in a shared moment of intimacy.

"I love you," she whispered, the words carrying the weight of their shared history and the promise of their future.

Rhys’s eyes gleamed with a mixture of tenderness and devotion. "And I love you, with every fiber of my being," he murmured, his voice brimming with sincerity. "No distance, no matter how great, can ever change that."

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