Olivia’s POV

It was morning. I was woken up by André’s stirring. He pulled me closer and my nostrils breathed in more of his godly scent. His hair was messy and all over his face. He looked perfect. He was all mine.

I stretched out a hand to move his hair out of the way and his eyes fluttered open, fixed on me and soon, he broke into a handsome smile. My face turned red as we stared at each other.

“Good morning, Kitten.”

“I’m sorry, I woke you,” I said shyly.

He groaned and ...