Dakota opened his eyes to see Eliza sleeping quietly nestled within the folds of a black and turquoise fabric. Her chest moved softly with each breath as the sun shone in from a small window behind her.
He couldn't help himself and ran his fingertips over her cheek. The touch made her stir, but her eyes stayed closed. He smiled to himself and did it again, enjoying the beautiful woman he had dreamed of his whole life snuggled next to him. This time, her brows furrowed and she swatted his hand away.
"Hey," he laughed, "that's not very nice."
"You're not very nice," she grumbled as she flipped over and hid her face inside the shawl she was wrapped in.
"I just can't keep my hands off of you," he whispered in her ear while pulling her closer to him. She grumbled louder at his rough pull
