Stormee POV
I woke up in his arms; it was the best feeling of my life. His soft skin met mine with warmth and love. My head rested on his chest, and his arms were around me in a possessive yet tender way.
I stirred, causing him to move along. “Good Morning, Little Flower…” his gruff voice was sexy and enticing.
“I guess after tonight I am not that little…” I joked, and his laughter filled the room.
“It is a term of endearment, not a remark of your age or our age difference…” He explained, and I was curious because his calling me ´little´ somehow woke me up to the insecurities of being younger and inexperienced.
“How so? I mean, I thought it was a small reminder of…” I was interrupted by his sigh.
“Do you honestly think I will call you that way only to remind myself how old I am
