DUNCAN
A feathery sensation enveloped my face, soothing. I opened my eyes; enormous green ones stared back at me with a pretty smile on dark pink, smooth lips.
"Good morning," I cautiously greeted. Her smile widened as she withdrew her hand, interrupting the pleasant feeling. I reached for her hand, telling her not to stop.
"Good morning," she mumbled, blushing.
"You seem happy this morning. Want to share the details with me?"
Her lips pursed, and she shook her head.
"What?" I asked, leaning in for a kiss, but her eyes widened. She pulled up the cover over her face.
"I can't speak or kiss; I haven't brushed my teeth," she squeaked.
"Who cares? This is the reason I should kiss you now," I teased, attempting to pull the cover. She resisted, laughing, and begged me to stop.
"You will
