Duncan

I wake to the now-familiar sunshine casting rose-colored hues through the pink curtains. Though the clock beside the bed says it's still early, I hear noises from the direction of the barn, knowing that Oscar is up and doing something outside.

The faint sound of breathing turns my attention to the beautiful woman beside me. Her lips are slightly parted, and her auburn hair is twisted and disheveled in the sexiest bedhead slash post-sex style I've ever seen. The sheet is ...