AARON
I hardly slept. The reason had nothing to do with sleeping in a different bed than my own, but had everything to do with the woman that has occupied my own. Callan wanted to go and crawl into bed beside her to bask in her warmth and her scent.
Goddess. The woman smells divine. Like a full field of orchids. I want to mark her up with my scent so no one else even thinks of coming near her. I can feel my connection to her strengthening just from the proximity between us.
I pace around the kitchen, trying to decide what to make her for breakfast. It's obvious by her cute as f**k accent that she is over here from England. Would it be offensively stereotypical of me to cook her a full English breakfast? Or would she want fish? Does she like fish? Do people even eat fish for breakfast?
