Preview of Volume 2
The sun blooms on the horizon, golden petals stretching ever outwards into the rich blue. It is the brilliant flower of the sky that warms our days. It is the invitation to a new day, that sunrise so ordinary extraordinary.
"Good morning Angel Face," his minty breath welcomed me into a new day. My face just below his chin, facing his hard chest.
I can feel my cheeks heating up, he smells so good. Like a mix of the tangy scent of citrus, soap, leather, and expensive single malt scotch.
He did not get the chance to change into his sleepwear.
Yesterday, it was raining hard, loud sounds of thunders triggered my anxiety, I begged for him to come, and he did. With just one phone call, he hurriedly left all his works to accompany me.
"G-good morning" I responded, turning my body on the other side of the bed. I don't want him to hear how fast my heart is beating at the moment.
Oh, dear, if only you knew how much you impact my system...