Exactly seven in the morning, Quinn woke up. Upon seeing the beautiful girl by his side, a smile immediately appeared on his lips.
Quinn carefully pushed the few strands of hair scattered around Cassandra's face. He lightly traced his thumb on her chin, leaned over, and kissed those luscious lips that always invited him to cover them with his.
As brushing his lips on her, Quinn hears Cassandra moan. He felt guilty for waking her but could not control himself from deepening the kiss when heat flared up his body again.
She was insanely irresistible and drove him crazy. Often, he could not fight the temptation of not touching her.
Quinn didn't stop kissing Cassandra; instead, he moved his torso on top of her, but he was careful not to place his weight on her body now she was pregnant.
