In the morning, Brandon was lying on his back in the wide bed with the sheets tangled around their waists.
Florence was draped over him, her full breasts pillowed against his chest with one leg hooked over his hip.
Florence's mouth moved over his lips, then trailed to the corner of his lips and his jaw.
She kissed there gently, then nuzzled, brushing her nose skin, breathing him in.
Brandon's hand slid up her back, and he let out a soft chuckle.
"I'm surprised Aunt Rave woke up first and you're still sucking up to me, Florence."
Florence laughed, nuzzling deeper into the crook of his neck, "Darling…"
At this time, Eira stepped in, wearing one of Brandon's oversized black t-shirts that hung to mid-thigh.
She paused in the doorway "Mom, stop hogging him."
Florence lifted her head just enough to glance over her shoulder and her lips curved in a lazy smile "Morning, Eira."
Eira quickly climbed onto the bed without hesitation.
