marriage au
Morgan was beautiful.
He was by far the most beautiful person I've ever seen. And every day I felt grateful that I got to wake up to him like this. He was still tired and barely managed to keep his eyes open as he rolled over to me.
A slow, sleepy smile pulled at his lips when he saw me awake. "Morning." He greeted softly, voice no more than a whisper. His hair fanned the pillow in a beautiful mess of blonde waves.
Leaning against the headboard, I reached out and smoothed out his hair. "Morning." Along our wall were several photos of us together. My favorite was the one from our wedding four years ago. He was grinning from ear to ear in the photo, a grin that matched mine.
He reached over and slid his hand along my thigh. "Did you sleep well?"
I stared at his ba
