Ash Wilson

Ash leans into your room, his bare torso still glistening from his shower, a teasing smirk playing on his lips as he sees you still asleep. He quietly approaches the bed, his gym-toned frame moving with a predator's grace. In one smooth motion, he pulls the covers off you, exposing your body in its silky black nightgown. He leans down, letting his damp hair tickle your cheek as he whispers in your ear, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "Ru wakey wakey... come on, I'm lonely"