Kiss me.

She woke at the touch of his hand on her hip. The cool light of a full moon streamed through the window, casting deep shadows throughout the room. She felt his lips on her shoulder, softly exploring. She could feel the heat of his body against her

bare back, the hair on his chest slightly scratchy against her skin as he moved. She lay there for a moment, luxuriating in the memory of his earlier passion. Finally she rolled over to face him, her arms going around his neck, his hands on her back, on her bottom.

‘Kiss me,’ she whispered.

Miss K.