INKA
Sunlight filtered softly through the blinds as I felt the bed dip beside me. A warm hand brushed my hair away from my face, and the rich aroma of coffee and something sweet wafted over me.
“Baby,” Kayde murmured gently. “Wake up.”
I blinked slowly, letting my eyes adjust to the light. Kayde sat on the edge of the bed, dressed handsomely in a fresh black shirt and jeans, his hair still slightly damp from the shower. He held a tray in his hands, and beside it on the nightstand was a beautiful bouquet of deep red roses.
My heart made a stupid little flip. He had never gotten me flowers before. I sat up slowly, a bright, unguarded smile forming on my face before I could stop it. “Good morning, what's going on? What's the occasion?"
“No occasion," he said, leaning in and kissing me sl
