Brenna
Maddox woke me up five times during the night, and each time with the same phrase. “I need you.” They weren’t the words I wanted to hear after the confession I had made last night but I still enjoyed them and his neediness.
I woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon, and pastries. For a moment, it seemed like I was dreaming, but when my eyelids opened enough to show me the world around me, I looked into the blue ones. Maddox was lying on his side of the bed, facing me.
“Good morning, sweetness.” He said, his words spoken in that soft gravely voice, that sent tingles through my body.
“Good morning, Mad.” I replied and smiled big, when he smiled back at me.
“Sleep well?” He asked.
“Mmm…” I nodded, and then with a pout, I said, “but, someone kept me up half of the night.”
“Sound
