Cassandra gazed down as her eyes gradually came open. While his hands cradled her breasts, Edward's head rested on her stomach. He was sleeping, her fingers knotted in his hair.

She slowly pulled back her fingers, and he let out a tiny groan.

Soon after, he opened his eyes and turned to face her while gazing through his thick black lashes.

He said, "Good morning, sweetheart." She insisted that she hadn't simply become moist as his deep, husky voice prodded her.

"Good morning, and could you please let go of my boobs and get up; you're crushing me, love," she chuckled, and he quickly turned over her boobs. He had...