Missed Calls and Voicemails

Clarisse opened her eyes the next day and found herself wrapped up in Luke’s strong arms. The skies above her were a beautiful shade of blue, and when she turned her head, the most beautiful man she ever laid eyes on was looking back at her. Combing her fingers through his raven hair, she leaned in for a sweet kiss.

“Good morning.”

“Don’t you think there’s something missing?” Luke asked.

Clarisse raised a brow at him. It seemed like he had already been awake before she was. Feeling something ticklish crawling all over her left breast, she soon realized it was his fingers playing on her nipple.

“I don’t think there’s anything missing at all. In fact, I see you’re making the most out of this situation,” she scoffed.