His body melted with mine as we made love in the cool night of California. He touched my body.. I love it when he does that. He stroked his fingers through my soft, long blonde hair and kissed me passionately as if I've never been kissed before. Oh my God I love him. He was handsome yet so sincere, a gentleman that would never hurt a fly. He locked his hands into mine and I knew that he truly loved me.
I awoke to the sound of morning birds chirping hesitantly at each other. The sunlight through the window shone down on my face as it slowly moved into the clouds. I got up and went downstairs to make coffee for myself. My handsome hunk of a man was sitting on the love seat reading the morning newspaper. He looked at me and smiled. "Good morning beautiful, did you have a good nap?" He gazed up at me and scratched his dark brown hair. "Yeah, I did," I replied tiredly. "Haven't gotten your coffee yet, huh?" He asked smiling. "Nope."
