I wake to the morning sun streaming through the curtains, still tucked into Cass side. I can tell he's sleeping from the way he's breathing and I'm happy he's relaxed. He works like a fiend and from what I can tell, never sleeps, so it's nice to have confirmation that he is not, in fact, a robot.
I slowly peel myself away from him with the intention of taking a shower after yesterday's exertions. I stretch, feeling a delicious ache where he slapped me and a slight soreness in my muscles. Yesterday was truly a full body experience. Transformative.
In the bathroom, I look in the mirror to see the imprint of his hand on my buttcheek and I can't help but feel a fire low in my belly. I lightly graze my hand over it in wonder, loving his leaving a mark on me. It's like a visual reminder of the
