I slept for what felt like days. It had been so long since I slept so well. The room cocooned in warm air, the tree branches gently tapping on the windows, light seeping in from the morning sun. The clock on my nightstand read somewhere around 10am. I took a deep breath, taking in every inch of the delicious smell that made itself prominent. I had forgotten I had a second person in the bed till the shuffling of blankets was heard. An arm made its way around my waist, snaking the hand up to my jaw. My head was pulled towards him ever so slowly.
Trenton.
“I like your tattoos…” He whispered. I studied his lips with each movement. His hooded eyes looked over every inch of my side. My t-shirt had ridden up, pooling on my hip. My shorts had pulled tightly up on my waist, showing my upper thigh
