Viola was having one of the most peaceful sleeps of her life, so comfortable against the warmth she was lying on, when she felt butterfly-like touches against her face that woke her. The hand moved from her cheek to her neck and stroked it tenderly before trailing down her arm to her hip and settling against her ass, squeezing it teasingly. She opened her eyes to the faint smile of her husband's face below the blindfold.
"Good morning," came his husky morning voice, sending a shiver down her spine even though it wasn't the first time she'd heard it. Viola pursed her lips as she looked up at him, the thick blindfold still around his eyes.
"Good morning," she greeted back, settling her hand against his hard chest as she asked, "How did you know I was awake or that it's morning when you can't see?" She hadn't thought he could sense anything through that thick cloth.
