Brian

"Brian." Said a soft, sweet voice. Greg's voice was always so lovely in the morning. I always woke up before him but when he was the first to wake up, he'd always wake me up in the most gentle tone. It was smooth, melting in my ear as the morning's fresh honey.

"Greg?" I asked as I rolled over to my side, finding it empty as Greg stood besides me. "Yep, now wake up. It's ten thirty am." He said, dragging me out of bed.

"Why?" I asked as I landed ...