My eyes opened, and I found Oliver playing with my coils. A few of the braids had loosened last night during our artwork called Love, and he was currently twirling them between his fingers.

"You look too handsome for an early morning," I muttered, fluttering my lashes. When they opened back up, I found him grinning.

"Well, thank you, queen gorgeous," he said, pressing his soft lips against my temple.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, "Queen and gorgeous? Make up your mind, sir."

"I can't; that's the problem. You are my queen because you rule my world, and you are gorgeous because look at you," he said, his eyes...