AlmostChapter 5 Sunday Morning
When she woke again, sunlight was streaming in the window and Curtis was watching her, grinning. "Good morning." Her mouth felt coated in cotton but he kissed her anyway. "How'd you sleep?" It was a good way to start the morning; exchanging pleasantries with someone who made you feel magical the night before. They were beginning to do more kissing than talking when someone knocked at the door. She glanced at the clock. "Ah, your expensive breakfast. You, young man, have extravagant...