Brittany's POV

I closed the door, the sound of the television greeting me slowly as I checked my watch making my way to the source.

"You're up late," I pointed out the minute I got to the living room, gaining her attention her eyes roaming over me in what looked like appreciation.

"What time is it?" she asked softly as I placed my duffle bag on the floor moving closer to her, her fresh haircut and retwist increasing the perfect features she held, the sight leaving me in a state of admiration.

"12:38," I answered leaning forward placing a small peck against her lips, her presence relaxing my tense body...