In the morning before I open my eyes, I feel arms around me and soft breath on the back of my neck.
Travis.
I don’t want to move or disturb him—disturb us. All I want is to burrow deeper into his embrace and forget everything but the sound of his steady breathing, the gentle press of his body alongside mine, our hands clasped together across my stomach. Waking up beside him is heaven, and it can be mine every day. I don’t want to sleep apart from him, ever again. I never want to spend another night alone.
Turning in his arms, I open my eyes to drink him in. There are slight lines furrowing his brow, and light plays across his face, thrown where the curtains don’t quite meet and the sun shines in. His eyelashes cast small shadows on his cheeks. He’s an angel, too beautiful to exist, too
