*Shelby*

I woke up to light butterfly kisses along my cheeks. My eyes fluttered open to the very dim light of our master suite. The breeze was softly blowing through the open balcony doors, and I felt Michael’s fingers brush strands of hair away from my face.

“What time is it?” I asked, not yet wanting to move.

Michael continued playing with my hair as I struggled to keep my eyes open.

“It’s still early. I ...