Travis
She was too sleepy to change her clothes, so I peeled the gown off her and let her sleep nude beside me. I liked it better when she didn't wear anything, anyway. For the first time since my mother died, I felt like smiling. She looked like a sweet, innocent angel sleeping in my arms, snuggling against my torso.
Her feather-soft breaths fanned on my bare chest, tickling me a little. The enigmatic sparks never seemed to cease. In fact, with each passing day, it seemed to be more prominent. I didn't have any complaints about it. The sparks were magically soothing. It felt like a special force of attraction that added to the pleasurable experience of our intimacy.
I brushed her hair away from her forehead. Her golden locks were hiding her beautiful face. I took a minute to admire h
