Morning sunlight filtered through the window lattice, scattering patches of light and shadow across the room.
Temari's long lashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was a broad, solid chest.
The man was still fast asleep, his breathing steady and strong.
She quietly studied his sharply defined profile, her heart filled with a sweetness and fulfillment she had never known before.
Everything from last night flooded back into her mind.
A lovely blush instantly spread across her fair cheeks.
The waves of soreness and weakness in her body clearly reminded her that she had transformed from a girl into a true woman.
She carefully reached out, wanting to lightly trace his brows and eyes with her fingers.
Before her fingertips could touch him, those dark eyes opened.
Goten looked at her with a teasing smile.
"Morning, my wife Temari."
His voice held the huskiness peculiar to early morning, rich and magnetic.
"Sleep well last night?"
Temari's cheeks burned even hotter, and she buried her head straight in his warm embrace like an ostrich.
Goten let out a low chuckle, the vibrations in his chest passing distinctly into her face.
A large, warm hand began roaming mischievously over her smooth, firm back.
It traveled upward from her slender waist, feeling those astonishing curves.
"Mm, just checking."
"Stamped and sealed. You're mine now."
That overbearing, shameless declaration left Temari both embarrassed and annoyed.
She lifted her head from his embrace and gave his chest a little punch, neither too hard nor too soft.
"Jerk!"
Despite the insult, she could not stop the corners of her mouth from curling upward.
They cuddled for a while longer before leisurely getting out of bed.
Temari naturally picked up Goten's black training clothes and took the initiative to help him