"Mmmhhhng…"
A soft, sleepy moan drifted from behind Max, low and drawn out as Rosalia began to stir beneath the warmth of the sheets. He turned his head just in time to see her stretching across the bed, her arms lifting above her head while her legs extended beneath the thin fabric that barely covered her body anymore.
The movement made the sheets slide lower along her curves, revealing more of the pale skin that had been hidden beneath them only moments ago. Her long white hair spilled over the pillows and across the bed in soft waves, catching the pale morning light as she shifted with a quiet, half-asleep sigh.
Max's lips slowly curled into a possessive smile.
His eyes moved over her beauty without shame, taking in every curve that had become so familiar to him, yet still managed to make something warm and hungry stir inside his chest.
"Slept well?" Max asked.
