Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Humming. I hear humming.
Are those fingers in my hair?
Blunt nails gently scratch my scalp and I want to melt into a pile mush.
"Fuck, that feels good," I groan into the mattress. The laugh that accompanies my words makes me lift my head and glare at the offender. The hand drops from my head and lays between us on the mattress.
Tousled hair, tired eyes, rosy cheeks from sleep.
The second I see the smile gracing her features, I know in this moment she is the most beautiful she's ever been. And I want her to smile at me at the time.
"Get back to work, woman," I demand with a cheeky grin.