Maya Stuart:
I woke up slowly as I felt arms around me, I was lying on a muscular chest.
I stay quiet enjoying it, I put my nose on your exposed skin and inhale your smell.
His hair stands on end, and he holds me tighter in his arms.
— Good morning, Ly. — I whisper with my face still buried in his chest.
— Good morning, sunshine. — he says. — did you sleep well?
I think of the wonderful night I had, I never slept so well, I didn't even feel sick... His scent calms me down. It was the best night's sleep of my life.
— I slept well, and you Ly? — I ask.
— I slept wonderfully well. — he says, sniffing my hair.
Yesterday, after our movie session and a few pots of ice cream, we decided to sleep. I had the idea of sleeping together, after all, what's wrong with that?
Lyan considers me
