*Mila*

Warm lips pressed to my cheek, pulling me from my dreams. My eyes fluttered open and I looked up at Soren's smiling face.

“Good morning, sleepy head.”

He put his newspaper aside, curled an arm under my neck, leaned down and kissed me. His breath held the faintest hint of fresh coffee.

I’d never been a big coffee drinker. Especially now that I was pregnant. But I liked the scent on his breath. Then again, he always smelled amazing. ...