William

Waking to an empty space beside me, I rolled over to find Hazel nestled peacefully at the far edge of the bed. The discarded duvet revealed a glimpse of her thigh in her purple nightgown which had ridden up, making my mouth water and my morning wood throb with want. A smile played on my lips as I recalled her tendency to throw off the covers in her sleep. Hazel had always moved a lot in her sleep, and her unique sleeping posture needed to be studied.

I smiled at the thought and ...