118: Missing Ring
Author: Wordsmith-H
last update Last Updated: 2024-04-22 21:30:43

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room as Eric stirred awake.

Blinking sleep from his eyes, he turned to find Emily watching him with a soft smile playing on her lips.

"Good morning," she greeted, her voice warm and melodic.

Returning her smile, Eric leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. "Good morning," he murmured against her lips, savoring the taste of her.

Last night had been perfect, Eric thought, a contented warmth spreading through him as he recalled their shared moments of passion.

He and Emily had grown even closer, right after they made love the previous night.

As he gazed into Emily's eyes, Eric couldn't help but notice a faint hint of discomfort in her expression. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern lacing his voice. "Are you feeling alright?"

Emily nodded, though a small grimace betrayed the soreness she felt. "I'm a bit sore," she admitted, "but I'm fine, really."

Eric's heart twinged with guilt at the t
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