"Good Morning, Enedina," Azazel kissed my cheek softly. I smiled. I'm not a morning person but if mornings are as beautiful as this, bring it on.
"Good morning, Azazel," I turned in his direction and buried my face in his chest. He brushed my hair away from my face and tucked them behind my ear. I blushed. He was perfect. And he was mine.
Can I ever get enough of him? I don't think so.
"Time to get up," he whispered in my ears. I was wearing his black denim shirt. Man, he looked so hot in black.
"No. I wanna stay here, with you," I told him. He laughed.
"As much as I love to sleep next to you, we have a flight to catch," he kissed me and pulled on his jeans.
I took my sweet time looking at his perfect body. My gaze fell upon the tattoo on his back. It was inked in black and covered h
