DAPHNE
I woke up this morning to the feeling of Miles showering me with soft kisses trailing from my forehead, down to my cheek, my nose and descending further past my jaw to that sweet spot at the curve of my neck.
I let out a faint moan as the sparks from his touch spread underneath my skin and straight to my core, my toes curling slightly.
“You smell amazing,” Miles whispered, his warm air raising goosebumps over my skin.
“Miles,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Hmm?” Was his response between kisses, never breaking contact.
I rolled over onto my back, causing him to have to pull back momentarily, “That is a pleasant way to wake up in the morning.”
His grin was smug, “If you’d like, I’d love to show you how I wish to wake you in the future. Preferably the very
