For most of his life, Hunter had always been an early riser, and lying on Delilah's bed with her soft and warm body pressed against his didn't change that.
The moment Hunter opened his eyes in the morning, the events of the previous night came rushing back to him.
A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face as he remembered making love to Delilah. The memory of their shared passion was still vivid in his mind, and even now he relished the feeling of her smooth skin which was pressed so intimately against his.
He shifted slightly, trying to adjust his position without disturbing her sleep since it was still very early, but the movement caused Delilah to stir beside him.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she met his gaze, her expression a mixture of sleepiness and something more uncertain.
"Good morning," Hunter greeted her softly, his voice still rough from sleep, but carrying a warmth that matched the tenderness in his eyes.
