She kept sniffing and sniffing, her lips grazing his skin. Because of her things that had no business being awake decided to wake up and stand tall. It was a struggle to get out of her tight grip, but he eventually did and then the real battle began.
She kept coming back like she was drawn to the coolness of his body temperature. This was because her body was like a warm stove and she was looking for anything to stick to, just to cool down.
She kicked the quilt and pulled up her gown exposing her milky white thighs. After he covered her up she scooched over and now she was sticking to him. It happened too many times but his last straw was when he woke up with her chest plastered in his face.
