Chapter 23 Tentacles of Love

The bright rays of morning sun broke through the sheer curtains and open white paneled blinds. The embers in the fireplace had long since burnt out leaving a chill in the crisp New England morning air. The thick multilayered blankets of the bed kept it's occupants snug and warm.

Russ stretched his arms out, joy filling his entire soul when he met resistance. He smiled happily down at the resting messy nest of silver hair spread out across his arm and chest. He turned toward her and held her snugly, placing light kisses across the content curve of her lips. When she started returning his kisses without opening her eyes, he chuckled. "Good morning, sleepy head."

Jos smiled against his lips as she moaned. "Had you not kept me awake all night, I wouldn't still be sleepy, now would I." She stroked her hands across his chest as she forced her tired eyes open.