Slowly and reluctantly, my eyelashes gently flutter against my eyelids as I greet the glowing and radiant sun peeking above the horizon, streaming through my window. I become aware of my favourite fragrance in the coolness of my bedroom, the scent that lingers on the soft sheets and pillow beneath me. Lazily, I bask in the warmth of my covers, for every breath I inhale carries his scent. It relaxes me. I would give anything to wake up to Leigh Boyce's aroma enveloping my room forever, no! Actually, to have him wrap me in his strong arms.
My blurry eyes focus on a rose petal beside the nightstand clock, which reads nine-twenty. Now I am fully awake, perhaps more awake than ever before, as I quickly pick up the rose petal and find three words.
"Good morning, baby."
I giggle in the silent
