There's something magical about waking up with her pressed to my side, nestled into my body. I'm sure most couples feel this when they first marry, but as far as I know, I'm the luckiest man to walk the face of the earth.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think a girl like Piper would love a man like me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a bad guy. We're just really different. Maybe that's what makes it work so well. Piper's beautiful but not in a model way. She's not tall, she's not overly thin, she doesn't dress like she stepped off the catwalk-nothing like the women I dated before her. Her thick hair is the color of burnt toast. It drops a little beyond her shoulders with hints of cherry red that catch my eye whenever the sunlight hits it. Her eyes are a beautiful deep brown, almost like cho
