Morning Light

It was the kind of morning where sunlight lazily spilled across their bedroom, casting a golden glow on the crumpled white sheets. Kyle turned his head on the pillow to find Jess already gazing at him with a sleepy smile. The room was still and quiet, the only sounds their shared breaths and the rustle of fabric as they shifted closer.

Kyle leaned in, his mouth grazing the soft skin of her neck. She sighed, her body responding immediately to his touch. His hands slid under the hem of her oversized t-shirt, fingertips tracing the line of her waist with deliberate slowness. She shivered, surprised at how intensely focused his touch could feel, the sensation heightened by their unhurried pace.