Kandace

The alarm on my phone wakes me from the best dream of my life. It was so realistic, I feel the afterglow in my aching muscles. Only when I reach for my phone do I realize it wasn’t a dream. Turning off the alarm, I fall back to the soft pillow and turn toward the man radiating warmth at my side.

Dax’s eyelids flutter as a smile spreads over his face. “Good morning.” His voice is gravelly from sleep.

“It’s more ...