Shayla
I woke up to the familiar warmth of Chris's body next to mine. His arm wrapped around me as we laid tangled in the sheets. I smiled, shifting slightly, feeling his hand slide along my hip. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on his face.
"Morning," I whispered, turning my head to brush my lips softly against his stubbled jawline.
"Morning, beautiful," he murmured, his voice a deep, sleepy rumble that sent a pleasant shiver through me. He pulled me closer, his arms enveloping me in warmth. I couldn't help but laugh softly as he kissed my neck, his breath hot against my skin. His touch was both tender and electrifying, a perfect mix of sweetness and heat that made me want to stay in bed forever.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he whispered, his lips grazing along my shoulder.
I grinned, turning slightly to meet his gaze.
