“Mmmm.” He reaches for me, pulling me toward him, and I’m more than happy to go. There’s something so simple about morning-after sex, when you’re both already naked and there’s nothing left to prove. The night’s urgency is gone, but it’s replaced by something slow and sweet and thick. Charlie strokes his fingers along my sides, a lazy caress, and sparks shoot across the skin he touches. I arch my back and push myself against his erection. I desperately want him to hold me in place, right here, right now, for just a little while longer.
