***Sofia***
“Happy birthday, my love,” Mateo whispers against my lips as he hands me a single sunflower.
He had brought me out on a breakfast picnic in the northern part of the territory and we were enjoying the morning quiet together. I lift the flower to my nose and inhale it’s delicious smell. Sunflowers were my favorite.
I kiss him back, cupping his cheeks and pulling him closer to me. Six years. It had been six years ago today when I realized Mateo belonged to me and I couldn't believe there was once a time I had almost given him up. For six years, I have been in love with this man and I still couldn’t get enough of his lips, his taste, his smell. Him.
Teo lifts me up on his lap and spreads my thighs out wide so that I straddle him. He eagerly takes my mouth and deepens our kiss,
