Emily's pov
I woke up to sunlight streaming through the glass doors. My eyes peeled open and I'm instantly hit with the images of last night until the early wee hours of the morning.
After marking me last night, Bryson made love to me several times until we were both so spent, we fell right asleep.
I lift my finger to my lips, smiling when I remembered the whisper of 'I love you' on my lips.
He had said it so many times last night that it had firmly been imprinted in my mind no doubt.
I turn around in his arms, feeling my heart skip when I'm greeted by his boyish face.
He looked so happy, content, so handsome.
I lift my hand to brush my fingers across his cheek, grazing it along the corner of his mouth.
His eyes fluttered open, those green swirls light golden in the morning
