“Morning,” he says in a sleep-raspy voice, then rolls over and meets my gaze. Leaning over, I paint my lips across his, needing more of him. By the time we pull apart, we’re both smiling. I can’t believe this is really happening. Sure, we’ve had sex several times, but just kissing him like this causes emotions to swarm through me. “You’re beautiful,” he tells me, giving me another soft kiss. I’ve imagined what it would be like to wake up next to him, and here we are.
