Noah
Caylee’s body is molded to mine when I wake. I love holding her when we sleep. She’s in my shirt that I slipped over her head after our bath last night. All this seems a bit unreal; like I’ll wake up by myself any minute. She shifts a little and I bite back the groan as that perfect ass of hers rubs the morning wood I am trying to get rid of.
“Mmm Noah…” she mumbles.
“Right here pretty girl.” I whisper as I kiss her neck. She rolls over to face me. “Morning.” Her eyes remain closed and I laugh a little. “You can sleep longer.”
“I’m hungry. My stomach woke me up.” She pouts slightly.
“Want to order room service and you can sleep again? We check out at eleven.”
“I’ll order it.” She rolls to grab her phone before sitting up. When she does, my shirt slips off one shoulder and I se
