//slightly NSFW
She stirred as the morning broke, the gentle rays of early sunlight peeked through the lacy curtain, casting patterns on the floor.
Only then she realised there was another pair of arms caging her in, her back leaned on a wall of rigid muscle. A faint trace of cologne tickled her nose, dialling her sense to eleven at the revelation of what they'd spedwalk into.
"Morning," she murmured, turning around to face the man who spent the night together with her.
His slow 'morning' reply reverberated through his chiselled jaw, making her itch to touch and play with the stubble. So she did.
