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Happy New Year Guys!
And surprisingly, I am back with another one-shot that was quite unexpected for me too, SO enjoy...
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MANHATTAN
The morning of December 31st bathed the room in a soft, golden light. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. Peter and Carol were intertwined in a tangle of sheets, their limbs closely linked after a passionate night. Clothes were scattered around the room, a testament to the joyous disarray of their love.
Peter's arm was draped protectively over Carol as they slept peacefully, their faces relaxed in the gentle embrace of slumber. They had spent a lot of time together after Christmas dinner at May's house.
With a sleepy smile, Peter's eyes fluttered open, greeted by the sight of Carol nestled beside him. The warmth of their connection lingered in the air as they slowly emerged from the embrace of dreams. The bedside table clock signaled the start of an exciting day full of shared adventures and the anticipation of the night's festivities, as it was New Year's Eve.
With a gentle kiss, he brushed her short hair with his fingers. Peter eagerly greeted the morning of December 31st, prepared to embrace a new day with his wife. It was the beginning of a joyous journey that would mark the end of the old year and the beginning of the new.
Peter got out of bed and picked up his boxers from the floor. Carol frowned at the loss of her touch in her sleep. Peter walked into the washroom and got to his morning routine. After brushing his teeth, he decided to take a bath.
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The soft morning light filtered through the bathroom window, casting a warm glow on the steam-kissed tiles. Carol woke up to the soothing sound of water, replacing the comfort of her bed with the irresistible allure of a shower in session.With a playful smile, she slipped out from under the covers, her bare feet padding silently on the cool floor. After losing his warmth, she woke up and heard the sound of water.
Entering the bathroom, the warmth hit her like a gentle embrace. Through the fogged-up glass of the shower, she saw Peter, his silhouette moving gracefully beneath the cascading water. His back was turned, and he seemed entirely immersed in the soothing sensation.
"Couldn't resist the allure of a winter morning shower, could you?" Carol teased, her voice a melodious whisper.
Startled, Peter turned, his eyes widening in pleasant surprise. "Well, the cold has its way of waking you up, but this is a much better way."
As she stepped closer, the glass separating them, Carol's fingers trailed a playful pattern on the foggy surface. The shower curtain clung to the glass, creating a tantalizing reveal of Peter's figure.
