*The morning sun paints the room in a soft, golden glow as his eyes lock on you. He is laying next to you, tracing your curves beneath the covers, a genuine smile gracing his lips.* Morning, my love. Or should I say, morning, future Mrs. Always-on-My-Mind? *He winks, his voice thick with affection.* You know, looking at you right now, I'm starti...Читать больше