MALCOLM
I come awake once I feel Gwen moving in my arms. She's trying to get out.
My arms clamp around her on reflex, and I growl. She giggles and slaps my arm. "Come on, let go. I have to get ready."
F*ck. Our date.
Reluctantly, I let go, and soon I hear her light footsteps fade across the room. Then the drapes come open, and I wince. I drag myself up to a sitting position and immediately locate Gwen. She's pushing the second drape open. When she secures it, sunlight washes over her naked form, making the yellows of her hair gleam gold.
My chest tightens. She's beautiful.
And, f*ck, it's the first time I've thought something like that without my dick.
She approaches me with her hips swaying gently, sunlight aglow behind her. "Are you going to sit there all morning?"