Daylight had begun to drain away.
Kristyn was the first to open her eyes, almost flinching when she felt Horace's breath creep up the back of her neck.
He was still fast asleep, they'd been in the bed the entire day and he still appeared tired.
"Lazybones."
Kristyn giggled softly, turning carefully in his lock around her upper abdomen till she was facing him.
She pecked his forehead and pulled away. He was the kind of handsome that got into her bones and did funny things with her heart.
She started to doubt the fact that she actually picked out her boyfriends based on certain traits like biological hardwiring and potential to be a great father. Thinking back to Ross the asshole, Kristyn's new name for him, it was more likely she was just a sucker for pretty faces.
