As soon as I woke up, I turned on my side to look at Grayson. He was still sleeping and I smiled to myself. He was such an adorable little twenty-one year old with his snores.

I decided to wake him up in a wonderful way, something I always did on his birthday.

I moved closer to him, resting my head on his chest as I traced the outline of the poppy tattoo on his chest. "Grayson," I said softly, hoping that would wake him up. His eyebrows furrowed and his snores stopped, meaning he was awake, but he didn't open his eyes yet.

After about a minute, I moved...