Wait for the Tiger to move
From Create Your Own Story
He leans close, with hot breath, then whispers in your ear, “ Good Morning”. A huskyness in his voice grips the hormones coursing in your blood. He pats a kiss on your nose, then moves his body weight off from you.
From the bed you don’t move. There is a little disappointment when he doesn’t go for having sex, although after last night he probobly needs a rest. He stands up and looks down to you. “Good Morning....” You reply, delayed a few moments. He breaths a heavy sigh, relaxing into a morning posture. His face and shoulders become lax. What you can read from him is tiredness.
You begin to stand up. Diego takes a strong hand under your armpit and leads you up. He smiles again, with his teeth. You move in to headbut his chest, and he wraps his other arm around you. You cuddle like this for a few minutes, until he says, “I have to go to work.” You both take a step back, and he disappears behind the bathroom door.
30min later he is coming into the kitchen to drink the coffee that you had made. Dressed in a Nylon uniform, with the logo “Vallin” a truck driving company, he pats his pockets checking for keys, wallet and phone. He takes a cup from the dishes, pours black coffee, then moves to kiss you goodbye,
