Opening his eyes, the delicate and soft light from the crystal chandelier on the pristine white ceiling flowed into his vision.
Leonard Churchill awoke from the warm cocoon of his bed.
He had not slept this soundly in a long time, his spirit floating in a cloud-like, continuously blissful state.
Outside the window, birds sang amongst fragrant blooms, and the sunlight was dazzling.
A lingering scent remained in his breath.
Leonard shifted slightly to his right, immediately feeling his arm sink into tenderness.
The perfect level of support and elasticity, like waves gently lifting a boat, made one feel comfortably cradled and rocked by the swells.
He moved his arm a bit and felt something warm, soft, and delicate in his grasp.
The down comforter had been tossed aside significantly.
Next to him lay a body with curves in all the right places, stunningly beautiful.
The skin glowed pale under the light, its touch gentle, giving one the soft sensation of a cloud.
