"No good."
"What's wrong now?"
"Low-cut."
"..."
After discussing for ages, Alice Robinson huffed, "Mr. Chester, please just tell me which wedding dress doesn't have a low back, isn't low-cut, and doesn't show the arms. Are you sure it's a wedding dress and not a nun's habit?"
The morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a glow in the dim room, and Alice naturally snuggled towards the source of warmth... her body feeling a smooth steel-like touch, with a firm chest that wasn't excessively muscled. Gentle kisses and a hoarse murmur reached her ears.
"Good morning, baby."
Alice woke from a groggy dream and opened her eyes to his dark shining gaze.
He lay on his side lazily, his right hand playing with her silky hair. She could feel an extremely active source of warmth tangled between their thighs under the sheets.
"Didn't sleep enough?" Noticing her stiffness, Chester asked with amusement.
