58. Rhythmic

Lucian

Her steady rhythm rising and falling against my chest was like music to my ears. A tangled mass of brown curls sprawled across my chest. I trailed my finger in circles on her bare shoulder. She would occasionally smile in her sleep, making me wonder what her dreams were like.

An hour or so must have passed before she finally stirred awake. She sighed before slowly opening an eye to take a peak at me.

"Good morning," she spoke softly to me as she rubbed the sleep from the corners of her eyes.

"Morning," I greeted her with a kiss to the forehead.

She sat up readily, allowing the events of last night to flood her mind. She blushed into her hands then looked at me. "Did we- no did I?? No. Lucian," she stammered with a pout.

"Believe it," I replied moving her curls away from her face. She shook her head in denial, unable to believe what transpired in the bed. "That was just a start," I stated.

"A start?" She repeated.<