**Chapter 7: Morning After**

The warmth of the sun peeked through the blinds, casting a gentle glow over the room. Emma stirred, her body still wrapped in Daniel's arms. She slowly became aware of her surroundings, her mind foggy from the events of the previous night. As she turned her head, she caught sight of Daniel's peaceful expression, his chest rising and falling with each breath. Emma's thoughts began to clear, and she recalled the intimate moments they had shared. She had asked him to help her with her bra and underwear, and he had obliged. She had also asked him to take her to the bedroom and sleep next to her. The memories made her feel a mix of emotions - vulnerability, trust, and affection. As she lay there, Emma became aware of Daniel's hands still on her body. One hand rested on her breast, and the other on her stomach, covering her vagina. She felt a sense of comfort and security with his hands in those places. She didn't feel the need to move them or change anything. She was just content to be close to him. Daniel stirred, his eyes slowly opening. He looked down at Emma, and a soft smile spread across his face. "Good morning," he whispered, his voice low and husky. Emma smiled back, her eyes still half-closed. "Good morning," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. The room was quiet for a moment, the only sound the gentle hum of the air conditioner. Daniel's hands remained on her body, and Emma didn't feel like changing that. She was happy to just be close to him. As they lay there, Daniel's eyes began to wander, taking in the sight of Emma's face. He studied her features, his gaze gentle and loving. Emma's eyes fluttered open, and she caught him staring at her. "Hey," she said, her voice soft. Daniel's gaze met hers, and he smiled. "Hey," he replied, his voice low. The tension between them was palpable, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was a gentle, anticipatory tension, like they were both waiting for something to happen. Emma's eyes began to droop, and Daniel's expression turned concerned. "Do you want to get up, or do you want to sleep some more?" he asked, his voice gentle. Emma shook her head, her eyes still half-closed. "I'm good," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Daniel nodded, his hands still on her body. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her forehead. "I'm here," he whispered. "I'm not going anywhere." As he spoke, Emma felt her heart swell with emotion. She was falling for Daniel, hard. And she wasn't sure if she could ever go back.