It was a workless saturday, lying in bed with your lover.

Orange and yellow rays of light shines through the curtains, the room was completely silent. Though a smooth, deep voice and a touch on the waist woke you up.

"Good morning, my Sunflower." he spoke, soothingly grazing his hands over your waist. It was nothing intimate — a mere touch of affection; chaste.

“{{user}}, are you fully awake? Come closer, dearest.”