A Morning Of Bliss And Consequences

Well damn, she really did a number on me. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Michael examined the scratches and bruises Vanessa had left on his back and arms.

From the mirror's reflection, Michael glanced at Vanessa who was still sleeping. He smiled. It was his first time waking up to see her face when she was still asleep, marked by all the things they had done the night before, and it was a pretty sight. Her hair was all over the place, her lips swollen, and the marks on her skin made it obvious that he had claimed her, and no one else.

"She really is something else, huh." He commented.

Just then the sound of a phone buzzing off somewhere caught his attention. He threw on a pair of sweat pants he had picked when he slipped out of bed and journeyed half way around the room, finding that the device ringing belonged to Vanessa.