Tangled in Crisp White Sheets

Tangled up in a sea of crumpled white sheets, with nothing between my skin and the cool linen. There is something about stripping away every distraction and just rolling around in pure black and white light. I could not stop laughing as my curls spilled over the pillows beneath that ornate headboard. Tracing my fingers along my lips and resting against the soft folds of the duvet, I felt utterly relaxed, bare, and full of mischief. Slide into the covers with me—there is plenty of room left on this mattress to get lost in. Christina