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I woke up early morning to Leigh's fingers fondly tracing my cheekbone. A smile spread across my face at the comfort his fingertips rendered to my system.
He looks effortlessly beautiful, laying next to me, on the same pillow, shirtless and his lustrous chestnut hair unfurl over the pillow.
I couldn't ask for any better view to wake up to.
I brought my hand along his slightly long muscular neck, featured with thin veins and a very noticeable Adam apple, additionally prominent when he whispers, "Happy Birthday, Gorgeous."
I must have turned scarlet, just holding his meaningful eyes contact that glows with affection and admiration for me.
After that, he didn't speak, and I was grateful because I didn't know where to start after my dramatic event last night that he was a first r
