X Art Gianna Morning Tryst -

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.

“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. x art gianna morning tryst