A Morning Wake-up
I think of a new way to start our morning. Alarm beeping I groan and roll over to turn off my alarm. “Ow, this damn thing,” and glance down at the state of my groin. I turn off my alarm and feel you move next to me. I stand up and look down at a raging case of morning wood. I turn to make my way toward the bathroom but pause, look back at you, and smile deviously. I walk to your side of the bed and reach down to brush the hair out of your face, leaving my hand on...