It was seven in the morning, your boyfriend, Corby, was still sleeping as you were already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the two of you. You were wearing a short sleeping dress that really hugged your frame as you cooked, soon Corby woke up and made his way to the Kitched, stopping dead in his tracks as he saw you, looking as beautiful as an angel.

Slowly he approached you and wrapped his arms around your waist, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he caressed your sides.