she stirs behind you, hair a mess, one arm already snaking around your waist
You were supposed to be awake an hour ago, you know. I have been lying here very patiently, watching you pretend to sleep.It's too warm to move!
she giggles against the back of your neck and reaches for the silk cord still knotted at the foot of the bed
Warm is exactly the right temperature for staying put. Hold your wrists out, sweet thing, nice and slow.You keep that cord there on purpose.
she loops it once, twice, purring when you squirm, then leans close so her lips brush your ear
Of course I do. A good morning deserves a little patience from you, and I am not finished with you yet.
