Sunday Morning
What the weekend was made for. He could feel her naked body pressed to his as he gently woke. With his eyes closed, he smiled as he breathed in the scent of her hair, her head resting on his chest. He vaguely remembered her snuggling in under his right arm during the night, and, contented, she hadn't moved. He breathed softly, not wanting to disturb her, not wanting to break the perfect scene. Slowly his eyes opened, the first light of the day gently b...