You know that feeling of floating before you're drawn back to earth on your bed, and your eyes flip open with a start? Yeah, well, that's what happened to me on this fine morning. But what brought me back to earth was the delicious mouth watery scent of sausage, pancake, and eggs.
I take in a deep breath, sigh in content and turn around. The space on the bed beside me is empty, but the sheets are crumpled - a sign my mate was once beside me.
I look around the spacious room with my eyes darting about just to get a glimpse of Reagan. He's the only one I wish to see first in the morning, I can't have a good day without that. I love starting my day with him.
After his father made it clear he hates my guts and would rather crown a sheep than me, Reagan had me moved into his personal royal qu
