In the wee hours of the morning, Blake awoke. He rolled over onto his side and came face to face with his sleeping beauty. Her lips were parted slightly, and he could feel her breath on his cheek. He pulled his arm out from under the covers and touched her jaw. Her skin was like silk beneath his fingertips. Unable to help himself, he brushed his lips across hers, lingering for a moment before breaking contact. Nicola's eyelids fluttered open and she smiled.
“Hi, my love.”
“Hi, gorgeous.”
She reached out and laid her hand against his chest.
“Have I ever told you how good it is to wake up next to you?”
“Once or twice… Listen, why don't you stay here, in this room?” Blake said. “I want us to be married in every sense of the word.”
“Me, too. But Iris…? I'm afraid of getting the little o
