Tiffany woke up to an aching body, she tried moving but found out her waist was tucked and held by firm arms.

She had her back facing him, while he held her close to chest, his fingers tangling with hers, as his slow and calculated breath fanned against her ears, heating her up.

She blushed, recalling the scenes that happened between them. Her dreams were gradually becoming reality.

They had sex, and that was all that mattered to her right then.

He was holding her strongly yet gentle as if scared that she'd run away once released. His hot breath that fanned against her ear, sent Sparks through her body....