Dewi
“Good morning baby” How was it possible that she was here , in my bed when I opened my eyes. It still felt like a dream yet here she was. Her hair sleep tousled and standing up in every direction, her cheeks still puffy with sleep as she stretched. The movement causing the thin material that covered her to stretch tight over her breasts. I reached for her instinctively , needing to touch her to make sure she was really here and not some mirage my brain had made up.
My hand skimmed over her breast and she arched her self into my hand, her eyes bright as she stared down at me.
How was it that I was so lucky? There was actual love in her eyes. Even though I knew I didn’t deserve it. I would never be worthy of her. Not in a million years.
“Morning.” Her chest was rising and falling r
