[Christian Armstrong]
The morning dawned with a sense of anticipation that stirred my soul. As I awoke to find Trisha sleeping peacefully beside me, a cascade of emotions surged within me, filling me with a mix of love, desire, and vulnerability. I watched her, mesmerized by the soft rise and fall of her chest, the delicate curve of her lips, and the gentle flutter of her eyelashes against her cheeks.
Trisha stirred, her eyes fluttering open, and our gazes locked. In that moment, everything else fell away, and it was just the two of us, lost in a world we had created together.
"Good morning," I whispered, my voice carrying a blend of reverence and longing.
A tender smile graced her lips as she reached out to caress my cheek, her touch warm and soothing.
"Good morning, Christian," she murmured, her voice a soft melody that resonated deep within me.
