Kinsley
I woke up in the arms of my own personal god. For a few minutes, I stared at his sleeping form as his chiseled chest rose and fell with each breath. I traced my hand up and down his chest, circling his muscles and feeling the light hairs. How did I get so lucky?
A blue eye pops open, and his mouth curls into a smile. “That tickles,” he mutters.
I pull my hand back, “Sorry.”
A low chuckle rumbles out of him, “It’s fine.” His eyes close, and seconds later, he is snoring again.
I sigh and sit up. My body is a bit sore from a night of lovemaking. I had always heard it would hurt the first time, but I only felt a little pain. It was the best night of my life. Most of my life, I spent it thinking I didn’t deserve this. Sighing, I slide out of bed and yelp as I feel some pain.
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