She smiled, a secret, slow curve of her lips. She heard the sheets rustle, the soft pad of his feet on the cool floor. Then his hands were on her shoulders, sliding down her arms, wrapping around her from behind. His chest was warm against her back. His lips found the spot just below her ear.
“Stay,” he said. It wasn’t a question. x art gianna morning tryst
“Not even close.” He turned her around. In the stark, honest light of 7 AM, there was nowhere to hide. No soft lamp light, no candle glow. Just her. Freckles she usually covered with concealer. The small scar on her knee. The sleepy, vulnerable look in her eyes that she never let anyone see. She smiled, a secret, slow curve of her lips