The Next Morning
Jaylen and Briella lay tangled in the sheets, their bodies warm and bare under the soft morning light.
Briella stirred first then her eyes opened.
Her body felt sore but her limbs ached in the most satisfying way, a dull throb of pleasure nestled between her thighs. The scent of Jaylen filled her nostril, grounding her in a moment she wasn’t ready to leave.
Jaylen’s arm was draped lazily over her waist, his breath steady against the back of her neck.
She didn’t move, just lay there listening to his steady breathing, feeling the way their fingers had somehow intertwined during the night. Her thumb moved gently over his knuckles.
Jaylen mumbled something into her skin, tightening his grip like even in sleep, he didn’t want to let her go.
Her lips curved into a smile.
