Annie's POV
Delicate hands got across my skin; shivers hurried over me, and the feel from King’s chest spread across my back. Waking up, sunlight penetrated into the room yet not much, and I could perceive it was just early morning. The sun is simply rising and pursuing the shadows in the room away.
His meandering hand was underneath the shirt I wore as he touched my skin. His touch made me remember last night, and I felt the blood race to my face at the memory. His purr was profound and resounding from the focal point of his chest and vibrating against my back as his light touch moved higher. The King moves behind me, and I fold once again into him to find him set up on one elbow gazing down at me.
He grins that stunning grin he had previously, inclining his face toward mine. "Morning,
