Beau.
I hear him move around on the bed and my eyes open instantly. He turns to me with a smile on his face. The kind that melts my heart. He is still walking on eggshells around me. We haven't really gotten back on track but things are better than they were. He hasn't told me why he changed his mind—I mean, you don't just change your mind about something so crucial that quickly.
"Morning,'' he manages. I pull him into my arms and his smile widens. My face is an inch away from him and as I lean in for a kiss, he stifles away from me playfully "I haven't brushed my teeth yet,'' he giggles which just makes me push for it more.
