I've slept with women from time to time but seldom, if ever, do I find enjoyment in the actual sleeping. Angel is different. She snuggles in, digging her hands into my biceps, making herself an extension of my body. Waking up and looking at her long, braided hair makes me think of the possibility of waking up beside her each morning. Then my mind wanders to Monroe and all my uncertainties resurface.
I gently pry her fingers away and offer a soft kiss on her cheek when her sleepy eyes open. I pull myself out of bed even though it's the last thing I want to do. Angel rolls over to her back and one breast is exposed. f**k me because I want nothing more than to climb back in bed. I slap her thigh instead. She needs to stop enticing me. Hell, if she were wrapped in a brown sack my d**k would s
