Emily POV

　　Benson wraps his arms around me, and I nestle closer to him, our bodies aligned, our breaths synchronized. He kisses my neck tenderly, and I sigh with desire as I feel his warm breath against my skin.

　　His lips danced from my neck to my bare shoulder. Unable to resist any longer, I turn to face him.

　　"Good morning," Benson murmurs to me, and I respond with a lazy smile. He leans in, and his lips delicately touch mine.

　　The morning ...