Harrison used to hate the mornings. During medical school, he’d dread hearing his alarm go off in the morning. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy medical school, but he’d never enjoyed getting up early.
Now, though, he loved the mornings the most. This morning in particular made him appreciate them even more.
Next to him, Sara still slept, her shoulder rising and falling with each breath. Her brown hair was spread across her pillow, reminding him of how they’d enjoyed each other just last night. His body heated. Pushing her hair aside, he kissed the nape of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.
Sara murmured something but only turned over to face him, still asleep. He began to kiss her forehead, then her cheeks and her nose. She finally yawned and opened her eyes with a low groan.
“What time
