Dove
I woke up before my alarm.
That was how it always was with Benecio.
Before we got too busy with work, before the day ran away from us, we had this one thing. A morning call. We had stopped calling at night because neither of us knew when to shut up. One of us would start talking, and then suddenly the sun would be coming up and we would look like zombies in meetings.
So mornings it was.
I reached for my phone on the nightstand and my chest did that stupid little flip when his face filled the screen. He was clearly on top of a horse. He had a cowboy hat on and a thick woolen jacket that made him look twice as big. His cheeks were pink from the cold, and every time he breathed there was a little puff of smoke coming from his mouth. I forgot the word for it. That cold air breath thing.
"Morning, beautiful," he said, grinning. Why did everything he say with that accent make my heart skip a beat?
"You look like you're freezing," I said, smiling so hard my face hurt.
