Farrah watched Darren sleep, his face the most handsome thing she’d ever seen. She gently traced her fingers along his hairline, her huge emotions for him engulfing her.
“I love you, Darren,” she whispered.
He didn’t twitch, and Farrah wanted many more days and evenings like this one with him. She’d been dreaming of a midnight New Year’s kiss with him, a way to start their new life together, the perfect beginning to a year she hoped would be spent with him.
But she couldn’t wait six more hours. She shifted on the couch, which caused him to move too. He groaned and his hand against her waist tightened as he pulled her closer to him, almost unconsciously.
“Darren?” she whispered.
He was sleepy and his eyes didn’t open when he said, “Mm?”
She touched her lips to his, the warmth from his
