"Morning,"
That was the first word Amelia heard when she opened her eyes.
The blinds were drawn, little light peeping through the gap between them.
She blinked her eyes open and looked at the man who was sitting on the chair in the corner of the room, dressed in a casual pair of khaki pants and a navy shirt.
Amelia supported her head on her hand. The duvet slid down from her body slightly, and the sensual feeling made her realise she was naked under the covers.
Her cheeks turned red, and she quickly pulled the duvet up.
"Good morning," She blushed hard, remembering how beautiful their last night was.
She woke up a couple of times during the night, and every time, the man adjusted her so that she was plastered close to his naked body.
He didn't let go of her the entire night. There were times when his length rubbed her in a place that she wanted to be already filled with him.
