Wren
I woke up surrounded by soft and fluffy blankets. There was a delicious ache between my thighs that brought back memories of last night. The way he touched me, the power of his thrusts, the gentleness of his hands and the strength of his body was all perfect. I hate saying perfect but there wasn't a single flaw last night. The intimacy was there, the heat, the love, the passion, I could feel my body begging for more. I'm not sure how we managed to make it to my room last night but when I opened my eyes that's where we were.
My legs were draped over Gage’s and the sun had barely risen in the sky casting the room in a light glow. My fingers lazily drew circles against his skin. Lightly on his abs and up to his chest. His blonde chest hair tickling my fingertips. His colorful tattoos
