His voice had the same soothing effect as the thermal springs— a low purr laced with softness of silk. Yet it’s also what stirs you awake from your half dream state. His breath coming in soft pulls & as sweet words cascade over your skin. He stretches & his shirt rides up, exposing more of the skin of his abdomen— his sweats rest just a little below his hips as his leg nestles between yours. “mornin’, pretty” he rasps into your neck, eyes still shut but looking for your warmth.