Two Perverts

As the morning sunlight gently caressed my face, I stirred from my slumber. A warmth beside me drew me closer, prompting an instinctive hug. Slowly, my eyes fluttered open, greeted by the radiant visage of Lance. His features seemed to glow like the sun itself, casting a spell of awe and gratitude upon me for having him as my husband.In that dreamlike state, my hand reached out tentatively, wanting to feel the reality of his presence. With a soft touch, I traced the contours of his forehead, marveling at its expanse. Downward, my fingers danced lightly over his eyebrows, lingering near his nose, each touch a silent expression of adoration.His cheeks, as if crafted from the softest silk, beckoned for a gentle kiss. I couldn't resist the temptation, even in the confines of my dream.(My Mind Gurl, keep it together! This is just a dream. Save the kiss for another dream encounter. Don't wake up yet.)However, it was his lips that captivated me. I couldn't help but place a finger against their enticing allure. In a surprising twist, Lance playfully bit my finger, his eyes flickering open to meet mine in amusement and curiosity.Suddenly, a pang of confusion hit me. I lifted my gaze, expecting to see Lance's figure on the nearby sofa where he usually slept, only to find it empty, devoid of his familiar presence.The realization dawned upon me like a sudden gust of wind—what I had experienced was a vivid dream, yet the sensations lingered, leaving me with a mix of longing and wonder.I blinked, hoping against hope that what just happened was a dream. But as Lance's grip tightened around my hand, pulling me closer, reality crashed in. I stumbled and found myself on top of him, his arms enfolding me in a tight embrace that left me breathless and bewildered."What were you doing?" His voice was a mixture of amusement and curiosity."Nothing," I mumbled, my cheeks burning.He raised an eyebrow, his gaze teasing. "Nothing? Then how did my face end up feeling so... touched?""I... I don't know," I stammered, flustered beyond words.His chuckle rumbled beneath me. "You're blushing. Did you want to kiss me?"My mind raced. How did he know? Was it that obvious? "I... I should go," I managed to say, trying to extract myself from his embrace.He released me with a laugh. "Oh, come on. Don't be shy."I hurriedly got off the bed, but my curiosity got the better of me. I turned back to him, frowning. "Why were you in my bed anyway?"Lance stood up, grinning mischievously. "It was cold. And besides, who wouldn't want to share a bed with their beautiful wife?"His words caught me off guard, and I blurted out, "You're a pervert!"He laughed, unfazed. "Maybe I am. But admit it, you like it when I tease you."I glared at him, but there was no denying the truth in his words. "Just... don't make a habit of it," I retorted, trying to sound stern.He winked and playfully poked my nose. "Wouldn't dream of it... well, maybe just a little."As he walked away, his laughter echoed in the room, leaving me both flustered and strangely exhilarated. I followed him, unable to suppress a smile despite my embarrassment. Lance certainly knew how to keep things interesting._ROSE_...