Chapter Eight
Kayla woke up the next morning with Carl’s arm wrapped around her. She didn’t move right away, content to enjoy his warmth and comfort. After their initial explosive union the previous night, they’d finally managed to fall into bed where their continued discovery of one another became a tender and gentle exploration of sensations.
She lightly ran her fingers along the edge of his jaw, memorizing his features. His arm tightened around her, pulling her closer, and he mumbled something incoherent against her hair. She couldn’t help but smile. She’d never imagined feeling this way about anyone. Every day with Carl was a gift, and she fell a little more in love with him. She brushed a soft kiss against his lips and slipped out of bed.
Picking up the discarded clothing off the f
