Brandon
“Wake up, sleepyhead.”
“No…” She groaned beside me, burrowing deeper into my side.
“Queen, the kids—”
“Where are they?!” She shot up in the bed. I couldn’t help it, I chuckled out loud. She looked at me and narrowed her eyes.
I grasped her beautiful face in my hands and kissed the tip of her nose. “You look beautiful.”
Her eyes softened, the brown inside brightened and then she said, “I feel horrible.” When I frowned, she said, “I feel like I have been run over by a truck.”
I smirked. “I told you…”
“What…”
“You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you.” I repeated my words that now seemed was too long ago.
“Are you?” She questioned.
And I didn’t have to think twice to answer her. “Never.” I circled my hand behind her neck, gripped her and brought her mouth to mine.
