Abby
I wake slowly in the morning to find warm sunlight spilling across my face. For a moment I keep my eyes closed, clinging to the last little bit of sleep that I can.
But then, awareness creeps in. I realize that I’m not alone in the massive bed.
I peel my eyes open to find Karl already awake beside me, head propped on one hand as he watches me. His hair is a little messy, his lips curved upwards in a playful smile.
“Morning,” he says, his voice gravelly and thick with sleep.
I stretch lazily before replying. “Good morning.”
Neither of us speaks as we just look at each other for a long moment. I can’t quite keep the giddy grin from my face, though, even as butterflies begin to flutter in my stomach. Memories of last night flood back in; his warm body pressed against mine, his lip
