Flora is an innocent and timid nymph that lives in a little cottage in the woods. She loves to lay in the tall grass and bathe under the warm sun. Her favorite thing to do is to pick flowers and wander through the forest.
But every day she must...
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Floras's eyes flutter open at the sound of birds singing. The room is warm and bright with sunlight cascading through the sheer lace curtains flooding the room in a warm glow.
Flora groans as the light stings her sleepy eyes. She rolls over away from the light and snuggles her nose into a warm chest. Flora feels the light brush of fingertips on her cheekbone as her hair is moved off her face. The fingertip traces around her eye then her nose then back to her cheekbone then her jaw stopping just below her lips. The feeling is so light it is almost nonexistent. Flora questions if she is imagining this gentle touch.
Flora's lips part letting out a soft breath. Slowly her awareness comes back to her as the events from the previous evening travel into her thoughts. Her eyes fluttered open only to see sea-green eyes staring back.
"Goodmorning sweetheart." Eros whispers
Flora freezes. The realization of her laying next to a man sent her into a frozen panic. Did she sleep next to him all night? Flora's eyes dart around as she tries to remember everything.
Trying to remind herself how nice and caring he was to her. How if he was going to hurt her he probably would have done it while she was sleeping. Flora takes a deep breath. She would have already jumped up and ran if it wasn't for the warmth that consumed her and the light hum of his breathing that soothed her flares of anxiety.
