Morning Loving

Sienna’s POV

I wake slowly, like I’m drifting up from the bottom of a warm, quiet ocean.

My limbs feel heavy, boneless. There’s a deep, satisfied ache in every part of me—between my legs, across my thighs, in the curve of my neck where one of them kissed me too hard. I should feel sore. I should feel overwhelmed. But instead, I feel… held. Cherished.

Safe.

The bed is a cocoon of tangled sheets, he