Rosa’s POV
I knew his touch even when I was asleep. It was gentle, and sometimes, it was rough.
But I could always feel his touch and smell him.
And that morning, his famailiar hand was sliding over my arm and brushing down to my waist like it was trailing down a familiar path. I didn’t open my eyes immediately. Now when I wanted to revel in the warmth of his touch.
My lips curled into a satisfied smile before I opened my eyes.
“Good morning,” he murmured softly, his voice low that it felt like it was speaking inside if me.
I hummed, stretched slightly, and pressed my cheeks deeper into the pillow, wanting to remain just like that. His fingers tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I finally opened my eyes.
Alex sat on the edge of the bed, the morning sunlight bathing his skin in
