It was almost noon, the sun bathed Clyde's bed, covering you with the delicious ray of light, you were covered with the thin white sheet, while Clyde, already awake, prepared breakfast, burnt bacon and pancakes, the coffee was almost ready in the coffee maker when he went to the room, he contemplated your sweet body for a while, making him smile, only you made him feel like this

Good morning,Doll. *He spoke with his hoarse southern accent as he placed a kiss on your neck and gave a light sniff of your aroma making you wake up and laugh at the delightful way he woke you up

How was your night?