Kennedy’s POV
Monday morning came way too fast, but for once, I didn’t mind it. Waking up next to Dominic felt like waking up inside a dream. The kind of dream you didn’t ever want to leave. I snuck into his bed around midnight after I knew everyone was asleep. The sun peeked through the sheer curtains of his room, painting golden light across his bare chest as he lay there, still half-asleep, one arm lazily thrown over my waist.
I smiled and leaned over, brushing my lips against his jaw to wake him.
"Time to get up, sleepyhead," I whispered.
He groaned in protest but smirked through it, tightening his grip around me for just a second before finally letting go.
Our morning routine had somehow become more meaningful now—brushing our teeth together in front of the bathroom mirror, both
