The next morning, Lavinia was roused from her deep slumber by the gentle press of Karl's lips against her own. "Sweetheart, wake up," he murmured in a low, husky tone laced with affection.Lavinia responded with a contented hum, her eyes still closed as she instinctively pulled herself closer into the warmth of his bare chest. She nuzzled her face against the sculpted planes, inhaling the comforting, familiar scent of her husband's skin."Come on, sleepyhead, it's getting late. It's already noon," Karl chuckled, trailing a series of light kisses along her jawline in an attempt to further coax her from the clutches of sleep.Lavinia let out a muffled grumble of protest, burrowing deeper into the cocoon of sheets and blankets they were tangled in. The idea of leaving this cozy sanctuary, of facing the world outside after the heat of the previous night, was wholly unappealing. But she knew her husband was right - they couldn't simply remain in bed all day, tempting as the thought was.
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