Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing ~Torquato Tasso~
Raphael
I woke up in the morning, the sun in my eyes. Sophie slept soundly beside me, her hair spread on the pillow which was closely touching mine and her face next to mine.
I could feel her breath on my face, she looked so peaceful sleeping which overrode my selfish need to wake her and start the day with us tumbling over each other on this bed, but she needed to sleep off the jet lag—the fatigue she must be feeling considering the last eventful hours.
Smiling impishly, I remembered making love to her down on the beach, how amazing she felt and undeniably beautiful. I should have felt ashamed for taking advantage of her anxiousness to give a good first impression to my employees but
