SCARLETT
It's very early in the morning. Monday, I think? I'm not even sure, to be honest. I need to get back to Vegas though before I lose one or both of my jobs.
Viktor is sleepy but awake, my head on his chest as he strokes my hair idly.
"I feel like we went to another planet last night," I comment with a yawn.
"It was out of this world, yes." His beard stubble rasps against my skin as he nuzzles my neck with a kiss. He has a fixation with my neck, I think. Lots and lots of kisses there from him.
I think about what he just said. A pun? From Viktor? I look up and find him smiling.
Like, a real smile, not just a smirk. It's very attractive. He has really nice teeth, which is a rarity among hockey players. Maybe a few are implants, but I like that he fixed his teeth rather than leave gaps like many guys do - waiting for their retirement from professional play before commencing with the dental repairs.