MAXWELL
I wake up wrapped up in Mason's arms and snuggled into his chest which is really a heater for me at this point. How does this man stay so f*****g hot??!!?? but I don't care because he is my man. I look up to see his face and take in his peaceful looking face, when I was hurt and in hospital, all he had on his face was worry....worry for me. I honestly don't know how I will be able to ever thank the God for blessing me with this man. He is caring, kind, loves me very much, gentle, handsome...I could go on and on but the list is very long.
I observe his beautiful feature; his long lashes, his luscious and plump lips, his nose and how he scrunches it up whenever his long silky hair touches the tip of the nose. I just keep on looking and admiring his face until Mason opens his eyes r
