A soft pair of lips touching her forehead pulled Primrose out of her deep slumber. When she fluttered her eyelids open, her face automatically lit up with the sight of Messi Sander Mortel smiling down at her. Although still half asleep, she managed to beam at him as his hand cupped her cheek. They continued to exchange loving stares until her senses were fully awakened.
“Good morning, pretty.” He skimmed his fingertips through her jawline and bestowed another light kiss to her lips this time. “Did you sleep well?”
“Thanks to you, I did.”
She reached for him and ran her hand through his pushed-back luscious hair. A fuzzy feeling emerged inside her when his eyes reflected the sunlight coming through the glass window. He was a breathtaking sight, which brought a strange lightness to her
