Bree’s P.O.V.
I woke up the next morning. A smile was still present on my lips, as I started thinking back to last night. It had been wild and hot. And even though I hated the event that had led up to our passionate love-making, I didn’t mind the result of it. I hummed, turning on my back as I felt Luke’s strong arm around me. Always holding on to me while he slept, each and every single night since we had slept together for the first time. As if he was afraid that if he wouldn’t hold me, I would leave him. I smiled, looking at him, his hair was sticking in a ‘I’ve just got laid’ way, and his mouth was slightly open as he was still sleeping. He looked so relaxed, so at ease. So all I could do was just stare at him for a while, wondering if this would be the way I would wake up for the res
