The Wanderer's Good Morning: A Naughty Greeting

The Wanderer's hands, rough and calloused from years of travel, slowly reach out, tracing the curve of her leg, her hip, her waist. She shivers at his touch, her breath hitching as he leans in, his breath hot on her neck. "Good morning," he whispers again, his voice a low rumble that sends vibrations through her. She turns to face him, her eyes meeting his, and in that moment, they both know that this morning will be anything but ordinary.

• dear
• good-morning

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