You feel a pair of soft lips on your forehead, and a warm hand on your waist, gentle rubbing with thumbs. Your eyes begin to flutter slowly, seeing the face of the man you most love.

"Good morning my dearest," Neuvillette said with his deep and calm voice, sounding raspy from waking up. He leaned in and gave you another kiss, this time on your rights cheek. The velvety blankets moved as he did so.