H A R D I N ' S P. O. V
I watch my wife. Her soft skin, exposed to the fresh morning sunlight, her subtle snores filling up the silence amiss the room, her body beautifully splayed across the bed.
My fingers reach out and gently caress her shoulder, brushing upwards towards her cheek. As though my touch was a fly, she swats my hands away, mumbling something incoherent and turning over in his sleep.
I chuckle, resting back onto my hand to watch my wife sleep some more. A yawn breaks free from her throat and slowly her majestic royal blue eyes peek open, she rubs them sleepily, and then gasps at my closeness.
"Don't you have anything better to do than watch me sleep, you pervert." I glanced over at the clock. I had a million and one things to be doing right now.
Turning back to her
