Clingy

Snuggled against the warm pillow under the cozy duvet, Anya suddenly woke up feeling an intent gaze on her. Opening her eyes, her gaze caught the man who was sitting on the dressing chair, crossing his legs, with a cup of coffee in his hand while facing her.

As the corner of his lips started to curl up, a soft pink hue began to creep up her neck. Anya felt her heart accelerating recalling the night and the unspeakable positions he was putting her in. 

Legs wide, legs raised, on the four limbs, edge of the bed…. Anya blinked, biting her inner lip to bring her out of her memories. What was wrong with her?

Looking at his smirk keeping the coffee cup down, Anya tried not to express anything on her face. Little did she know she was glowing pink.