Morning Whispers

The early morning sun streamed through the sheer curtains of Tyler's bedroom, casting warm slivers across the rumpled bed sheets. He lay beside Riley, their bodies still snug beneath the comforter. The room was quiet except for the gentle rustle of fabric as Tyler shifted closer, his hands seeking her warmth.

Riley turned to face him, her lips finding his for a slow, lingering kiss that hinted at a lazy Sunday. As they kissed, Tyler’s hands roved over her body, feeling the soft curve of her waist, the tautness of her skin beneath his fingertips. She hadn't yet opened her eyes, savoring the sensations without sight, inviting a moment of sensate focus as they explored the nuances of touch.