Beginning of Love

Writer's POV

Diego woke up to see Emma sitting by the mirror, staring at herself as she gently brushed her hair down. She wasn't putting on her nightgown any more, rather she had his shirt on which almost looked baggy on her.

She looked at him from the mirror, a smile played on her face. "Hey. You're awake." She turned to look at him.

"Good morning. How was your night?" He asked.

"My night was fantastic, what about yours?" She asked back.

"Same here." She drops the comb in the drawer, walking to the bed. "You slept too long. Guess you had a stressful day yesterday."

"Yeah. Never been this stressed out before."

"I can't believe even at that you had the strength to fuck me." She said, sitting by the edge of the bed.

He chuckled. "Me too. Well, let's just say, it was meant to be that way. I never thought I'd see you last night, I felt you were still angry with me. But when you came, I knew there was still hope to apologize and have you in my life. When you confessed your feelings to me,