Kandace
The alarm on my phone wakes me from the best dream of my life. It was so realistic, I feel the afterglow in my aching muscles. Only when I reach for my phone do I realize it wasn't a dream. Turning off the alarm, I fall back to the soft pillow and turn toward the man radiating warmth at my side.
Dax's eyelids flutter as a smile spreads over his face. “Good morning." His voice is gravelly from sleep.
“It's more like good afternoon." I turn toward the windows. Beyond the panes, the rain has stopped, and streams of sunlight are breaking through the clouds. When I look back, Dax reaches for my hand.
“Surely, the Disney marathon isn't over."
Snuggling under the covers next to him, our bodies mold together, his hard planes and my soft curves. Dax's hand moves over me, my arms an
