The way the sun rays were filtering on his face made him look like an angel but Hazel knew that he is anything but an angel. He is devil, her devil. The thought of him being her's made butterflies erupt in her stomach as her heart did an artistic gymnastic stunts. Smiling to herself, Hazel gently brushed his hair away from his forehead. He looked so peaceful sleeping that Hazel didn't want to wake him up but she also wanted to impress him.
It is said that if husband brings food to his wife in the bed, it is romantic . But this time it was the wife who wanted to bring breakfast to the bed for her husband . And so she slowly tried to escape the death grip Austin had on her waist. Somehow she made it. She turned around to leave but stop and turned towards her husband , she leaned down to pr
