Henry woke up early, Aurora sleeping soundly, her head on his chest.
His mind was still replaying the moments that he shared with Aurora last night. Those red supple lips, her soft skin on his body. Henry was starting to get used to Aurora's scent.
She smelled like sweet berries with lavender.
The details of last night were still fresh from his mind. He repeated it over and over, and then over again. Somehow, it felt as if it was still happening during the moment, lingering, awakening his senses.
He sat on the bed, Aurora sat on his lap, facing him.
Henry pulled the back of her head so he could begin kissing her again. When their lips met, Aurora placed her hands at the back of his head too, caressing it. Her fingers ran down his spine. She was starting to enjoy exploring his body
