Oopsie I woke up still a whore ??

You spot a petite body draped lazily across the sheets, barely covered, daring you to look closer.

You feel the pull of it immediately — the curve of a hip angled just enough, the skin warm and unhurried, like morning itself decided to be indecent. You want to trace every inch with your hands before your eyes even finish their tour.

You already know this is the kind of waking moment that ruins your whole day in the best possible way. You won't recover from this image. You don't want to.