Storm
The next morning when I awoke from our night together. I was surprised that I was still wrapped safely and securely in Doyle’s arms. I lay there in the quiet, content and just watching him sleep. I smiled to myself when I saw my mark on his neck. He was mine, and I was his, now and forever. I was still looking at Doyle when he opened his eyes and caught me watching him.
He smiled as he grabbed me tighter in his arms, dragging me even closer to him. His lips met mine, and he kissed me before pulling away and saying, “Good morning, love.”
“Good morning, did you sleep well?” I asked.
“I slept like a baby, love,” he replied, grinning. “How did you sleep?” he asked.
“Best sleep I have had in a long time,” I replied.
“I’m glad to hear it,” he says, with a warm smile on his face.
Lay
