West Wing….
The day was a dull one, but tiny rays of the sun still penetrated the dense clouds, creeping in like a blessing through the gauzy curtains. Golden, gentle, and warm.
Brad stirred, a broad grin on his face, despite the early morning hours. The night, or rather the day before, had been magical. He never knew that he had that much stamina. Notwithstanding this, Brad would never exchange the previous day's experience for anything. They had literally made love throughout the day and into the early hours of the morning. Obviously, they had paused to eat and just cuddle sometimes, exploring their bodies till he could boldly say that he knew every inch of his new wife.
