Kenna
There’s nothing better than waking up in the morning close to someone’s warmth. Not just that, but being able to feel the person wrapping their arms around our waist, too. Somehow, it’s an acceptance towards our presence which is undeniably soothing.
My eyes are slowly opening due to the movement beside me, making me furrow my brows. The last time I checked, there was no such things as having pets inside my apartment for me to be able to feel any sort of movement near me nor do I live with a roommate.
Familiar brown hair.
As I rub both of my eyes, I try to focus onto the familiar face in front of me. Shaped thick eyebrows and eyelashes, perfectly defined nose and puckered pink lips. It’s no doubt that the person in front of me is born beautiful—then again, he seems fairly familia
