–Livana–
He's so into me—even with the smallest sweet talks and gentle gestures, like the way he initiates a kiss.
Our legs are tangled together on the thin sheet we share. I know it's morning. I can feel the slight warmth of the sun, probably sneaking in from the open window.
"Good morning, my Goddess," he murmurs, his deep baritone voice vibrating against my lips as he kisses me.
"Good morning," I reply softly. I don't usually offer greetings, but little things like that make him lose his mind.
I rub my hand slowly over his chest and lean into him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart under my palm.
"You're oddly sweet this morning... clinging to me like a cat," he teases, brushing his nose against my cheek.
"A black cat, you might say," I quip, letting a small smile play on my lips.
He chuckles, a low, rich sound that I can feel in my bones.
"Yes, my black cat with an attitude," he says, amused.
"What day is it?" I ask, trailing my fingers lazily along his ribs.
