Sweet Like Sundays (Greenbrook Lovers #1)

by Danielle Brooks

Monday. It is Monday, and it dawns on me that I’ve only seen her consistently on a Sunday over the last few weeks. Still, sitting here, looking at her natural morning glow and frizzy mane billowing over her like a crown, I can picture waking up to this sight every day. I can see myself greeting her happily every morning with a kiss, even with morning breath. I can see myself wanting to hear her sultry moan as I make love to her every morning. Even on a Monday morning, Sade’s presence is still sweet, like a Sunday.

“I always knew.” It was my turn to interject. “The moment we sat down four weeks ago, I knew. You are the purest heart I’ve known. And I want to do this…to grow with you…see where this goes. I can’t let life or the opportunity to love pass me by.”