Marcel woke up beside Jenna, his eyes tracing the soft curve of her sleeping form. The events of the early morning began to replay in his mind, a rush of warmth and satisfaction washing over him.
A smile tugged at his lips as he leaned in, brushing a gentle kiss on her forehead as he carefully slipped out of bed, determined not to wake her. But as he turned back to her peaceful figure, an idea formed in his mind, and he scooped Jenna up into his arms.
“Umm!” Jenna moaned softly, instinctively snuggling deeper into Marcel’s arms. Her eyes remained shut, still sleeping. “Where are you taking me?” she murmured groggily, her voice thick with drowsiness.
“I am going to help you wash,” Marcel whispered in a husky tone, his breath warm against her ear.
Jenna’s eyes shot open at his words, an
