Novel & Cerita Morning Cuddles

The world outside may be chaotic, but in this moment, everything feels perfect and serene. “Hmmm...” Hailey groans softly, her eyes fluttering open as she stretches lazily. “Good morning,” she murmurs, her voice husky with sleep. I smile, planting my lips on her forehead before whispering, “Good morning, my love.” Hailey’s eyes meet mine, filled with warmth and affection as she snuggles closer. The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow on our peaceful moment together. “You are so warm and comforting,” she whispers, burying her face in my chest.

Uncle whispered, and my eyes opened. “You petrified of your father” Uncle chuckled. “Uncle… I pouted, and he kissed my pout," Good morning, baby girl" “Good morning but I would rather not wake up yet, just cuddle with me,” I said, hugging him. “Hmm mm, we can cuddle on our vacation. Just for today, then two weeks we do not have to worry about work and your Dad” He said, caressing my bare back. “Hmmmmm…” I hummed, kissing on his chest.

I was surrounded by masculine strength and I didn't want to move. This is the way to wake up, I thought, snuggling a little bit deeper into Bastian's arms. I was fairly certain I had died and gone to heaven. Or at least, my version of heaven included my back pressed firmly against Bastian's front in all our naked glory. “Good morning, sleepy-head,” Bastian whispered, his breath tickling the small hairs on my neck. I rolled over and opened my eyes, finding myself positive I was in heaven. A blue-gray heaven that shone with affection for me. “Definitely a good morning.”

“I think you are. I think ‘cuddling’ is pretty much the definition of what we’re doing.” “It’s not, because to cuddle you need to care for each other, and all you elicit in me is annoyance. You know I don’t like you like that. Now get up off me and put some clothes on, I’m serious.” I’m full on freaking out, and all the good mood has disappeared from the room.

Damian's pov I walked out of the walk-in closet, fastening my wristwatch. As I shifted slightly, I spotted sprawled on the edge of my bed, her dark hair cascading over the sheets like a waterfall of shadows. The confusion on her face as she stirred awake. It was a sight I had come expect but still found oddly endearing. "Nora's already headed to school. You can sleep in," I said, my voice low and husky, cutting through the morning stillness. The way she shuddered at the sound made something stir within me.