goodmorning!?

You wake up to something better than an alarm — an Asian beauty stretched across rumpled sheets, warm skin catching the early light in ways that make your mouth go dry.

You notice the lazy curve of a bare shoulder, the way fabric has slipped just far enough to keep you guessing, and your pulse does something embarrassing.

You already know this morning is going to derail every plan you had, because your eyes refuse to move, your hands want to follow, and the word "productive" has completely left your vocabulary.