Exactly seven in the morning, Quinn woke up. Upon seeing the beautiful girl by his side, a smile immediately appeared on his lips.
Quinn carefully pushed the few strands of hair scattered around Cassandra's face. He lightly traced his thumb on her chin, leaned over, and kissed those luscious lips that always invited him to cover them with his.
As he brushes his lips on her, Quinn hears Cassandra moan. He felt guilty for waking her, but could not control himself from deepening the kiss when heat flared up in his body again.
She was extremely irresistible and drove him crazy. Often, he could not fight the temptation of not touching her.
Quinn didn't stop kissing Cassandra; instead, he moved his torso on top of her, but he was careful not to place his weight on her body now that she was pregnant.
