I woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee.
Warm, rich, comforting—the kind of smell that makes you want to stay in bed forever. For a second I didn’t move. I just stretched lazily under the covers and smiled toward Michael.
He walked in with a cup in his hand, hair messy, eyes soft.
“Good morning, gorgeous.”
“Mmmm… good indeed,” I purred, arching like a cat into his touch when he brushed my hair away from my face.
He leaned in to kiss me, and I slapped my hand over my mouth.
“Nooo. Morning breath. Absolutely not.”
He laughed loudly, the kind of laugh that vibrated deep in his chest.
“I’m giving you to the count of ten to get to the bathroom, rinse with that mouthwash, and get your ass back here so I can kiss you properly.”
He didn’t have to say it twice.
I bolted, rinsed, a
