X Art Gianna Morning Tryst -

“You took the warmth with you.”

“Not even close.” He turned her around. In the stark, honest light of 7 AM, there was nowhere to hide. No soft lamp light, no candle glow. Just her. Freckles she usually covered with concealer. The small scar on her knee. The sleepy, vulnerable look in her eyes that she never let anyone see.

She traced the scar near his eyebrow. “Make me breakfast first.” x art gianna morning tryst

Gianna turned her head, looking at him. The artist. The morning light. The promise in his dark eyes.

She had a feeling this tryst was just the beginning. “You took the warmth with you

The first thing Gianna became aware of was the warmth. It pooled through the sheer linen curtains, turning the white sheets into a river of liquid gold. The second thing was the weight of an arm draped across her waist, possessive even in sleep.

Turning her head on the pillow, she studied his profile. Strong jaw, dark lashes against his cheeks, a small scar near his eyebrow he’d gotten surfing in Portugal. This was their third… meeting? Tryst? She didn’t like labels. She liked the way his hands felt on her hip bones, like he was anchoring himself to something real. Just her

He lifted her then, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her back toward the tangled sheets. The sun climbed higher, spilling across the bed as he lowered her down.