The first rays of morning light spilled faintly through the tinted windows of the car, painting the interior.
Brandon's lashes flickered as his senses slowly registered the warmth wrapped around him.
Florence's body was draped over his, with her cheek pressed lightly against his shoulder and her arms wrapped around him as if he were her most cherished possession.
He became aware of the softness pressing into him... the fullness of her chest molding against his chest.
His hands, without him realizing, had stayed exactly where they had been last night, resting against the curve of her hips with his palms cupping the plush curve of her ass.
For a moment, he simply stayed there, watching her sleep.
A strand of blonde hair had fallen across her face, rising and falling with each breath, and her lips were parted ever so slightly.
Brandon's gaze softened 'She looks so peaceful like this…'
His thumb moved slightly, brushing against her ass.
