Monica's POV
I awakened enveloped in the embrace of the man who owned my heart. Nothing compares to the sensation of being held by your soulmate, skin against skin, hearts beating in sync. Morris had insisted we sleep without barriers between us, wanting to feel every inch of me pressed against him. My head rested comfortably on his chest, our limbs intertwined like vines, his strong arms creating a sanctuary around my body.
"Good morning, my angel," he whispered, placing a tender kiss on my head that made me look up into his captivating eyes.
"How do you manage to look so devastatingly handsome first thing in the morning?" I smiled dreamily as he drew me closer for a gentle kiss. "Good morning, my love."
His face lit up. "Say that again. I love hearing it."
"That you're handsome? Well, you are the most gorgeous man I've ever laid eyes on," I teased, knowing exactly what he meant.
