Morning sex was a not uncommon part of our weekend ritual. And, as was usually the case, my soldier was standing at attention, even given the hour. The bed was small, so our bodies were pressed up against one another. She was laying on her side, facing away from me, still sleeping.
Way too early to be conscious on a Sunday morning, particularly given the way we had tied one on the night before. I cracked my eyes and was rewarded with a faceful of harsh morning light streaming through my girlfriend's window.
