Merely a tool

The sun seems to be shining brighter outside. Rays pass through the gaps in the curtains, which insist on heating the room. Even the birds sing cheerfully and seem happier.

When Eleonor opens her eyes, she sees that she's lying on Giovanni's chest. Her legs are on his body, and their feet are intertwined in a cute and funny way. Her hand rests on his chest, which is slowly going up and down. She listens to his heartbeat, which can be heard in that almost silent morning.

When Eleonor looks at the long eyelashes and the sleeping face, she feels her chest warm up with a comfortable fondness. She brings her hand to his face and caresses it gently — something she always wanted to do, but never admitted to herself. And apparently, the simple gesture has made Giovanni to wake up and slowly open his eyes. A faint smile dawns on his sleeping face as seeing her at the morning sight.

“Good morning…” She says, smiling as well.

Giovanni looks at her and realizes that they spent the night together