Waking up, the first thing I noticed, was the pleasant weight resting on my arm and partially on my chest.
This weight didn't simply occupy the spot on my chest rent-free, offering warmth and softness many times greater than any pillow of cover could in return.
This weight was obviously Fay, who peacefully hummed through her sleep. She was snuggled up to my chest so closely, I could feel every breath of hers trickle down my hair and caress my skin.
Thanks to the covers, I didn't have to endure the sight of Fay's naked beauty, limited to just the general outline of her body hidden underneath the blanket.
I was extremely comfortable. Both in physical and mental terms, given how fulfilling it felt to have my woman sleep over me when I woke up. And yet…
And yet, when I breathed out, my sigh was as heavy as a mountain.
