The morning light slipped lazily through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling across the room in a soft golden haze. It brushed against Rex's face, warm and gentle, making him groan and shift. Just then something tickled his face, he groaned, his eyelids fluttered open, squinting against the brightness as his brain sluggishly tried to wake up. His head felt a little heavy, not painfully so, just the warm fuzziness of someone who'd definitely had one too many drinks.
That's when he felt it.
Something warm. Something soft. Almost impossibly soft, was pressed against him.
His brow furrowed, still half asleep, as he tilted his head down, and his breath stuck in his throat. A naked flawless body was curled in his arms, pressed close as though they'd been molded together by the night itself, like they'd been made to fit.
