C20 It Smells Like Romance
I stirred in bed, feeling a warm hand around my waist. I immediately smiled, remembering the night before.
Russell was probably still sleeping next to me. His hair was nicely ruffled, and his lips in a natural pinkish-red, begging to be kissed.
I went back to sleep peacefully knowing I was in his arms.
About two hours later, I woke up again to the smell of pancakes and bacon