X Art Gianna Morning Tryst -

Later, much later, they lay in a tangle of sweat-soaked sheets. He was drawing lazy circles on her stomach. She was staring at the ceiling, a small, satisfied smile on her face.

He kissed her. It wasn’t hungry like last night. It was deep and slow, like the tide coming in. His thumb traced her collarbone. Her fingers threaded through his hair. The world was just this: skin on skin, the sound of the sea, and a morning that felt like it belonged only to them.

She leaned against the stone balustrade, watching the sea turn from slate to sapphire. The scent of jasmine and salt clung to the air. x art gianna morning tryst

She traced the scar near his eyebrow. “Make me breakfast first.”

She slipped out from under his arm. The air was cool on her bare skin. She didn’t reach for the silk robe draped over the chair. Instead, she walked to the open French doors, the morning breeze making her shiver as it kissed the curve of her spine, the back of her thighs. Later, much later, they lay in a tangle

“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. He kissed her

She had a feeling this tryst was just the beginning.