"Good morning, my lady," a voice murmured; tone sensuous yet professionally devoted. The male baritone was just like the trumpets of heaven as it floated into her eardrums and settled inside her mind, echoing off the corners of her skull.
She did not stir or speak. Instead, drowsy eyes fell shut once more, and a teasing laugh became caught in her throat as she struggled to remain silent.
The voice gave a tsk and those same delightful fingertips carefully peeled back the layer of sheets covering her slender body. Immediately, a breeze of cool air hit her exposed skin, and she gave a slight shiver as a pair of hands grasped her bare thighs, the smooth pad
You glanced over your shoulder to see your boyfriend Mituna holding up a sloppy drawing of a bumblebee. Had you not known about his condition you would have thought that his art was incredibly mediocre and messy, like a drawing from a toddler. However, you knew better than that and could see a true masterpiece when it was practically shoved in your face. He must have spent at least a good hour on it, trying his best to hold his hand steady.
You smiled widely, "That's really good, Tuna! You have gotten really good at drawing! Pretty soon you'll pass me up and I'll go out of business."
Tuna frowned, "Then I'll th-thtop."
You rolled your eyes, "I was exaggerating, Tuna. Your drawings are wonderful, so don't stop."
Tuna smiled again, "Oh, okay!"
"Mituna!" your little toddler niece ran up to Mituna and grabbed his hand. "Come back and draw, please!"
Mituna nodded and was quickly dragged out of the kitchen. You giggled with a smile and returned to stirring the dough you were m