When she opened her eyes, the 'frightening' lightning strikes were no longer falling recklessly in the world, the downpour had stopped and a bright sun shone across the window of the regal hotel room.
Zamira yawned and rustled as the memories of the previous night came crashing down, producing a blush as well as a disappointed sigh.
She felt warm like never before, for the first time in her life she hadn't slept alone, moreover, for the first time in a long while she had slept in a decent bed.
Looking down she saw and felt his firm grip over one of her breasts, their entangled legs and how her entire back brimmed with warmth.
Without thinking anything she realised that he had yet to wake up and therefore, she wouldn't wake him up, instead; taking advantage of this fact, she lay back down, cuddled further and prepared to sleep some more, still sighing.
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The previous night had been exquisite.
