His embrace was so warm, the strong masculine scent was overwhelming, captivating her.
Her small face was pressed against his chest.
She moved slightly, and he kissed her.
Half awake, half asleep, his kiss remained so tender, so passionate, their breaths intertwined.
She voluntarily reached out to hold him; that night, they would wake up to kiss, and when tired of kissing, they'd go back to sleep.
In her dreams, all she could feel was the taste of his kisses.
She began to struggle to differentiate between dreams and reality.
When she finally woke up completely.
The day had already broken.
Brilliant sunlight streamed through the window.
The room was filled with warmth.
The large bed beside her was already empty; he had left.
On the pillow and in the blankets lingered his familiar scent...
He left her with a night full of tender dreams, then quietly departed.
She sat up, hearing music drift in through the window from outside.
