The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, bathing the room in golden hues. Danielle stirred as a gentle kiss pressed against her shoulder. She smiled before even opening her eyes, stretching languidly against the sheets.
“You’re awake,” Marshall murmured, his deep voice still laced with sleep.
Danielle turned her head, meeting his blue eyes, darkened with something more than just morning warmth. “Mmm, barely. But I like waking up to this.”
He trailed a hand down her side, fingertips grazing her hip as he leaned in, brushing his lips over hers. “To what?”
She smirked, shifting onto her back, her legs tangling with his under the sheets. “To you, touching me like you never plan to stop.”
Marshall let out a low chuckle, his hand sliding lower. “Who says I do?”
His mouth clai
