Enamoured

Evelyn Morning arrived sooner than expected, as the sun's gentle rays permeated the room through a slender gap in the curtains, caressing my face. Instinctively, I sought refuge in the warmth of Jacob's neck, eliciting a playful chuckle that assured me of his wakefulness. "So you're awake," I mumbled, my voice laden with fatigue and grogginess. How could I possibly summon any energy when Jacob had effortlessly drained every ounce of it from me the night before? My lower abdomen still throbbed, a testament to his unwavering vigour. The man was made of steel....everywhere. "Yeah, I've been up for a while," he replied, tenderly tracing small circles on my back while planting kisses on my shoulder. "Aren't you tired?" I was genuinely curious. How could I feel utterly depleted while he radiated tenfold more energy, considering he had been the one responsible for our passionate escapades? "That's the complete opposite of how I'm feeling right now," he snickered. "How can anyone be ti