The faint sound of a door opening somewhere filtered into Ayo’s blissful sleep.

He made a sound of protest when he heard a whisper and the warm paradise in his arms moved away.

“Come back to bed,” he muttered against the pillow without opening his eyes.

He felt her hand flutter over his, then she moved away before he could turn his palm upward to pull her back into bed.

Preferably landing over him at the right angle and spot.

He wondered if it was morning yet, as his drowsy mind started to slip under again.

He really hoped not. He wanted more of the night.

More of her supple...