Henry woke up at the same time every morning. He was finding hard to transition off his prison schedule, but he welcomed the change.
Next to him, his new love begin to wake. He smiled, sometimes it was hard not get lost in her big, doll-like eyes.
Caitlin smiled, albiet groggily, and caressed his cheek. His warmth was comforting.
She looked deep into his wrinkled, world-weary eyes. The eyes of a brave man who had been unjustly imprisoned, but was never broken.
Her heart swelled and she wondered if she'd ever find the words to him how he had inspired her.
She decided to kiss him instead.
"Good morning" she moaned softly, with a stretch and a yawn.
It was like music to his ear. Shestarted to get up but he wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her in.
His fingertips were coarse from a hard life in Iron Heights, but Caitlin loved the way they felt tracing her skin. It was like braille grazing against her stomach.
Henry climbed on top of her and she smirked.
"I'm going to be late for work" she mused coyly, then planted a kiss on his lips anyway.
His gaze went from to her honeydew-like breasts, to her licorice lips and finally, her beautiful round eyes that looked like marbels.
"Don't worry, sweetheart" his gravelly voice swam into her ear.
"Your step-son will cover for you"
