I groan and slam a pillow on top of my face. I’m not ready to be awake, not ready to face the day. A body moves next to me and I throw the pillow across the room; there’s no reason not to wake up now. She’s still here. Still. How did I get so lucky? “Good morning,” she murmurs, a sleepy smile on her face. “How did you sleep?” “Next to you?” I kiss her shoulder and pull her in closer. “Amazing.” “It was really nice.” She snuggles into me. “You’re very cuddly.” “You’re very beautiful.” Do you know how rare it is for me to have someone stay overnight? Fucking rare. That someone is here while I’m rocking morning wood is…well, let’s say I’m more than a little overjoyed at the idea. I kiss her shoulder and up her neck, tender kisses on her soft skin. She’s got hickeys again and I’m more than thrilled at the marks.
