Willow's POV
“Good Morning, Precious.” Noah’s warm lips wake me as they kiss the nape of my neck. A warm feeling washes over me, tugging a smile at the corner of my lips. I never thought I would find myself here, wrapped in his arms. It’s something that washes me with worry and true happiness at the same time.
There's nothing that will placate this fear of one day losing him, but for now I'll bask in the moment. It's easy for me to pretend like the future isn't coming. Future me can deal with all of that. Present me is going to enjoy the morning kisses.
“Good morning,” I rasp back, feeling oddly parched this morning.
“Millie is still asleep,” he whispers into my ear, “which give me just enough time to make you orgasm and then have a serious talk.”
“That first part sounds great, but
