Frankie
I woke up in Clayton’s arms after a passionate night of lovemaking. He took me in every corner of my room. His hot breath fans my neck as I open my eyes. I linger for a moment relishing the tingles on my skin from the contact of our naked bodies. Our legs are entangled together. I stroke his arms, and he stirs behind me.
“Good morning,” He whispers against my neck.
“Good morning, Clay,” I whisper back. I turn my head so I can kiss his lips. “Did you sleep well?”
“I slept great,” He smiles softly.
I wiggle myself out of his arms, and his smile fades, “We have to get up and get going.”
“Why? I don’t have to work,” He rolls onto his back.
“Well, I do,” I lightly smack his chest. “We can find work for you, Lune,” I smirk.
“Ugh,” He rolls his eyes.
I climb onto his stomach and
