Sunlight streamed through my window. Too bright: I rolled over to hug my pillow closer. Only it wasn't cotton I touched but warm flesh.
Memories of the previous night flooded back to me. The famished kisses, the sweat, the pure bliss of falling asleep in her arms after months alone. I had lain between her legs for much longer than necessary, clinging to the warmth I found there, relishing her earthy musk.
She stirred. I leaned over to kiss her cheek. "Good morning, beautiful," I murmured as my hands wandered softly down her sides. Finally, we were home again.