Shadows of the Past 1

Jason woke with a slow, languid stretch, the faint rays of morning light filtering through Veronica's bedroom curtains. His senses stirred as he became aware of soft movements beneath the silk sheets. A warm, teasing hand slid across his chest, tracing idle patterns that sent a shiver through his body.

"Good morning, Jason," Veronica murmured, her voice sultry and inviting. She shifted closer, her black hair spilling across his shoulder like a velvet curtain, her blue eyes gleaming with a mixture of mischief and tenderness.

Jason chuckled, his hand finding its way to hers. "Good morning, indeed. Life's pretty incredible when it starts like this."

Veronica's smile deepened as she leaned in, brushing her lips against his neck. "Work can wait a little longer, don't you think?" She said that and began kissing him, going lower every second as Jason's heart began racing.