“Morning.” When I wake up, I feel as though I haven’t moved an inch during the night, my body receded into the depths of sleep so far, rolling over wasn’t even an option. But my head is no longer on Kay’s shoulder. Instead, half of my face hidden in the soft pillows she uses, I look into her sleep-drunk eyes, blinking.
“Hey.” Instantly, a wide smile conquers my lips and a giddy feeling takes root in my stomach.
“Do you want to take a bath?” she asks, a goofy smirk plastered across her face.
I can’t help but giggle the way I did when I was a teenager and Nancy Moore came within a ten feet radius of my personal space. So this is what it feels like, I think, to wake up to love. “Maybe just a shower.”
“Don’t forget to check yourself in the mirror afterwards.” Kay seems awfully pleased with
