A soft summer morning with Scarlette left me feeling revived. Her black on black contrasted against the pitch white walls. As Scarlette lounged around on the bed, I sought refuge afar, to not disturb the oneness of herself and the duvet.
She pointed her toes, arched her back, and pulled her hair, as she played coy. By this time the bed had become well acquainted with her. Devilish stares that only an angel could possess, I came closer to savor the moment.
She opened a book in curiosity, glancing over the pages with a delicate smile. Still hiding from the lens, she lay back and became one with the book. Allowing the cold pages to touch her skin, she got goosebumps... and so did I.