ANGEL ROSE
The next morning I wake up with strong arms holding me, a warm body pressed to my back, his breathing deep and peaceful. With my eyes still closed I snuggle up to him recalling our romantic afternoon together. I find myself smiling feeling wanted for the first time in years. I had such an awesome time and wasn't ready to part with Frankie and asked him to spend the night but for some reason he turned me down.
I'm a bit surprised that he's here but I'm glad he changed his mind. Does this mean we're getting somewhere? I sure hope so. I turn and face him laying my head on his chest. He tightens his hold on me. This feels so natural... and so right.
I admire his chiseled In the soft morning light, I admire his face. It’s chiseled, but worn. There are worry lines on his forehead,
