Perhaps it's that the lateness of the day isn't quite conducive to sleeping.
Or maybe it's that the daylight has shifted on the terrace, and my sun-warmed skin has grown cool in the shade.
It might be a raucous gull or a noisy boat off the shores near our villa that wakes me.
Whatever it is, when I roll to my back and prop myself up on my elbows, I find Sean's already awake. He lays beside me, face up and gorgeously naked, his fingers laced behind his head of still-damp golden waves. His long muscular legs are crossed casually at the ankles and lightly sun-dusted with golden hairs.
His eyes brim with a feral gleam and he unlaces his hands slowly to caress with one hand upwards along my spine then threads his fingers into my hair. The heat of his body radiates into me like a soporific drug and I let it take me.
