Hazel smiled in her sleep.
She was in a dream of bliss. A picture of Dallan curled with her on the bed repeatedly flashed in her subconscious.
She reached out a hand to the other side of the bed. Warm, strong muscles contracted under her touch.
She opened her eyes.
Blue eyes, bright and smiling, stared back at her.
"Good morning, sunshine."
Hazel squinted out of the window. Rays of the morning sun streamed in from all sides. She stretched her limbs.
"Good morning," she murmured. "What time is it?" The knowledge of her nakedness beneath the duvet was as weak as Dallan's scent in her brain.
"Morning. About eight or so. I thought you would wake up much later than this." He leaned forward to kiss her forehead but Hazel tilted her lips up and caught his.
Her hands weaved around his neck, pulling him down for a deeper kiss, stylishly reaching for his dick.
