Reapers 3
3 Soft sunlight creeps in through a window, slinking across the floor. Anisa stretches softly, knocking her blanket to the floor. She shivers, scooting closer to a source of heat near the middle of the bed, her body presses up against something wrapped in a blanket. Slowly she wiggles under it, pressing even closer to the source of heat, a body, a gorgeously sculpted muscular hot body. Laying her head on his chest she sighs softly, sleep still trying to claim her for its own. “Morning.” A voice rolls from above her head, an arm slowly finding its way along her waist to pull her a little deeper into the warmth of the bed “Sleep well Anisa?” She nods, softly kissing the skin beneath her lips, her head still fuzzy from sleep “What about you …