With that, Stan pulled Sarah closer, wrapping his strong arms around her as they settled into bed.
She curled into him like she belonged there, her soft, warm body pressing flush against his. Her breasts molded gently against his chest, one smooth thigh sliding between his legs.
Stan exhaled deeply, savoring the intoxicating warmth of her skin, the subtle scent of her shampoo, and the quiet rhythm of her breathing against his neck as she slept.
He drifted off with a contented smile, wrapped in her comforting heat.
Stan woke to the soft glow of pre-dawn light filtering through the curtains. Sarah was already up. The gentle rush of water from the bathroom told him she was bathing. He lay there a moment longer, savoring the lingering scent of her on the sheets, before the door clicked open.
