The Next Day
Sunrise warmed the forest, giving the lovebirds a little more comfort to sleep, but their sweet rest was broken by the winter song of the nightingale echoing through the woods.
“Good morning, baby,” he whispered in a sleepy tone, his voice dragging like velvet.
“Good morning, hubby,” she whispered back, snuggling deeper into his bare chest, enjoying the heat radiating from him.
“Shall we leave for the camp?” he asked, rubbing her hair slowly, his fingers running lazily through the strands.
“Do you even know the route?” she asked while sitting up on the tree bed, raising an eyebrow at him with suspicion.
“I know,” he replied with a naughty smirk tugging at his lips, his eyes refusing to meet hers at first.
“Seriously? Then why did we waste the whole night here?” she snap
