Early in the morning, Macey’s bedroom door quietly swung open. Two sets of eyes peered in to see their parents intimately entangled under the sheets. There was no trace of embarrassment even as one raised their mother’s phone and snapped a picture before they quietly closed the door.
Julius lazily stirred. Blinking, he found himself staring at a field of red hair. He smiled, recalling the previous night. Macey still snuggled close to him, her face nestled against his neck. Her soft breath fluttered against his chest. He caressed her gentle curves, squeezing her butt as he pulled her closer. Silently, he told himself it wasn’t a dream. This was real. She was back in his arms. He would do anything to keep it that way.
Macey stirred, shifting her hips, causing Julius to groan
