Ivanna
The morning begins with a warm touch on my lips. Even though it's part of my routine, I'm still enamored with this type of morning. I feel him stretching the kiss; it's always brief in the morning.
As I open my eyes, just an inch apart, I see a handsome smile lingering on his face. It's enough to make me smile back. I slide my hand around his neck and pull him in for another kiss.
I can recall the days I spent in Texas before. Mornings were much different than this one—living alone, working out, quick breakfast, leaving for college, and working straight for six hours to pay my bills! It's not like my life wasn't better. It was. But I can feel what I was missing. Maybe everything he has for me.
"Didn't expect this," Christian says when I pull back to breathe.
"I like doing excep
