The next morning when we awoke, I noticed that Michael was still fast asleep.
His mouth hung slightly open, his eyes knit shut.
I rub my eyes, placing a small kiss on his cheek before climbing out of bed.
Last night he had made himself proud by making me o****m and honestly, as good as it felt, it confused me. None of my previous could get me to that point, yet he did it almost effortlessly.
I can’t help but smile to myself, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear.
I walked into the kitchen expecting to find Aunt Cleo and there she stood, making breakfast. She wore her usual lounge pants that were widely cut at the bottom, and a pink cami.
Yesterday she mentioned that there was something she needed to tell me, the reason behind the call back in England.
As she didn’t want to tell me
