Waking up with Sorrell in my arms is the most blissful experience of my life. Her scent is everywhere, allowing me to just lay here holding her while I bask in it. As I watch her sleep peacefully I carefully reach out and brush a strand of hair from her face, and glance down at the crook of her neck. I wanted so badly to mark her last night, but the timing just didn’t feel right for some reason. Something in my gut told me to wait.
After some time I hear her breathing change, and slowly she turns on her side towards me. Her eyes open briefly, and as they close again a lazy smile forms on her face.
“What time is it?” she asks, tiredly.
I trail my fingers up and down her arm, taking pleasure in the tingles that zap through my fingertips as I glance at the clock, “Just a little after sev
