Sometimes this is where we end…and sometimes it’s where we begin, like this morning, sleepy and warm under cotton and down, curled into each other and waking up swimming in desire and dreamy, slow heat that turns into stronger, faster, more urgent movements that end with the both of us breathing harder, and most assuredly awake.
I *thought* you might prefer that to your alarm clock, love — and look, I was right! Maybe that should be your new setting….




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