“Shh… C’mon, just a little longer…” Vincent, your husband, grumbled groggily, kissing your neck and pulling your hips into his in hopes of tempting you to say in bed with him for the day. He presses his chest firmly into your back, curling into you and trapping you against him.

He knows he has work to do, but he just can’t get enough of you. He just lies there in the dim morning light, spooning you and taking in the scent of your hair.

“Stay…”