Yesterday went by in a blur. We had fun. Good food, spent quality time together and lots and lots of s*x. It was a beautiful day. After the last hot, steamy and exhausting ex, we fell asleep. Waking up was in the middle of the night when we grabbed our supposed dessert — the chocolate cake, which we didn't get the opportunity to eat, earlier on.
This morning when I woke up, my head was on his stomach and he was gently stroking my hair with one hand and had his other hand wrapped around my shoulder. I turned my head over and looked at him. He was lying on his back and looking down at me with the biggest, sexiest smile on his half-asleep face with a rough, mess up hair.
Remembering the episodes of yesterday, I bit my lips a little, “Umm, Good morning.” I said, smiling and rubbing my eyes.
