I WAKE up to breakfast in bed.
Scrambled eggs. Bacon. Toast. A handsome man with broad shoulders and fingers capable of wicked things.
The blanket falls to my waist as Jerrison stares at me. There's no way I deserve such a hungry look with my bonnet twisted off my head, boogers in my eyes, and no makeup on.
And yet, there are soft smiles. Even softer glances.
I ease closer to him. Yearn for more of him. I want to fall harder in love. Trace my fingers over his shoulders and watch goosebumps rush over his skin. Crank the hands of time until we're back to the newlywed version of ourselves.
"What is all this?" I ask, my lips quirking up.
Sunlight dances through the air, picking up the flecks of green in his eyes. There's scruff on his face, which tells me he started cooking before he shaved.
I like it on him. The short beard brings even more attention to his square jaw and those soft, pink lips.
Gorgeous.
