66 When Time Comes

I slept like a baby that night. Nothing was more comfortable than his warm embrace, and when I woke up to the bright sunlight slanting through the windows, I was still curled up in his arms in almost the exact same position I fell asleep in.

"Feeling well?" He rubbed my shoulder and dropped a light kiss on the top of my head.

I stretched my arms and looped them around him, taking a deep breath of the air filled with his scent. This was my favorite way to start a new day. "Couldn't be better," I said, and I pressed my lips onto his.

It was meant to be a light peck, but the moment I felt the warm softness against my lips, I couldn't stop asking for more. He tasted fresh and crisp even after a long night, driving all my lingering drowsiness away. I wished I could wake up like this every morning. "Will you let me come sleep here every night?" I whispered only after I savored enough of him.