Amelia squeezes her eyes, slowly waking up. It takes her a second before she becomes aware of her surroundings, too lazy to immediately open her eyes. Even with the drapes down, she can still tell by her internal biological clock that it should be early morning already. She feels the dull ache all over her body, but most especially in certain specific areas, and a content smile tugs at the corners of her lips. Her body deliciously languid, she squirms deeper into the hard chest she is sleeping against, and enjoys the feeling of the strong arms holding her tight and engulfing her in warmth before forcing herself to open her eyes.
Her eyes still heavy, she blinks sluggishly before focusing on the chiseled torso in front of her face. She raises a hand and slowly traces the ridges along those
