Love And Tales
Elena's Point of View
The night was a pretty fun one, with Raymond's hands roaming around my waist and my chest.
He didn't allow me to slip out of his grip, which showed how much he missed me. He would occasionally mutter, "I love you, Elena," and pull me closer to his muscular chest.
The next morning, the sun's rays sprinted down the sky, peeking through the window and resting on my eyelids.
“Good morning, love,” Raymond said, his morning breath wafting through the air. A smile curled up on my lips as he covered it with kisses.
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