The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over our entwined forms. I could feel the gentle rise and fall of Peter's chest against my back, his arm draped protectively over me. The warmth of his body pressed against mine sent a rush of tingles down my spine.
"Morning," his voice was a soft
murmur against my ear, sending a shiver of delight through me.
I turned to face him, our noses brushing
together in a playful caress. "Good morning, sleepyhead."
A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as
he pulled me closer, his lips finding mine in a lingering kiss that spoke of
promises yet to be fulfilled. The sensation of his lips moving against mine
ignited a familiar fire deep within me, a potent desire that seemed to grow
stronger with each passing moment.
