Becky's Seduction

When I wake again it's after noon, and we haven't moved, but when I look up, I see his face smiling down at me. "Hi sleepyhead," he whispers, and kisses me on the forehead.

"Have you been awake long?" I ask, seriously.

"A while," he says, "but you felt way too comfortable to disturb, and I liked watching you."

Well, he's right about comfort, I never felt more so in my life than snuggled up against him. But "watching me"? I know I never moved a muscle. Suddenly I flush, I can feel the heat. I get it. He means he just enjoys looking at me! That's one...