Cheyenne smiled at the text message from Faulkner.
Thinking about you.
Thinking about you.He never used shorthand when he texted her. He always spelled out every word and never used cute little emoticons in his messages. Not a day went by without him texting her at least once.
She thought back to their first morning together. She’d woken up and opened her eyes to see Faulkner staring down at her. She’d been on her back and he was propped up over her on an elbow. He’d taken her hair and smoothed it behind her ear.
“Morning, Shy.”
“Good morning.”
They’d just stared at each other, but when he’d lowered his head as if he was going to kiss her, Cheyenne sprang into action. There was no way she was letting him get near her with morning breath. She could feel how dry her mouth was. Yuck. Wh
