IRIS

I wake up the next morning to the sound of his soft breathing against my hair. I look up to catch a glimpse of his face and boy, is he beautiful.

Beautiful and mine.

“What’re you looking at, princess?” He speaks before he opens his eyes to catch my gaze. A smile spreads across my lips almost immediately.

He kisses my forehead, my cheeks and the moment he catches my lips in a hot kiss, the knots in my stomach twist and turn.

The kiss very quickly transcends into an intense, fiery and slurpy kiss, tongues dancing against each other.

One second, I’m lying against his chest, lips interlocked...