"Morning, beautiful," Andrew's voice rumbled, deep and husky, as he stretched, his presence filling the room with warmth. He was still lying behind her, his arm slung across her waist.
Emerald rolled over with a wide smile, so she was facing him, her head on the pillow beside his, their noses almost touching. She had to admit, he looked incredibly cute in the morning. Even with his hair tousled and the stubble that had sprouted overnight, she knew he was a sight she could get used to seeing every morning. Those warm chocolate brown eyes gazed fondly into hers, stirring something unfamiliar within her, a feeling she couldn't quite name yet, but one she recognized nonetheless.
But she couldn't let herself think about it, not about him, not yet anyway.
"Good morning yourself," she replied
