CHAPTER 26
I'm floating.
I am literally on cloud 9 because this level of comfort, of satisfaction, of utter perfection does not exist.
Should not exist.
But when I open my eyes, I know I'm not dreaming, it's real. Literally.
I'm on the realistic cloud 9 of Ethan's bed, in complete and utter satisfaction and perfection.
Here, with his arms wrapped around me from behind, and his legs pressed up against mine, spooning me.
I had always wanted to only exist at 05:00am in the morning, but now....
Now I wanted to exist here, in his arms, in his warmth for as long as time let me.
I close my eyes, needing to dwell in this moment a little longer when my stomach rumbles in protest.
I'm starving.
Dammit.
With Ethan behind me, I can't tell is he is awake or not, so with every will power
