Annnabelle

Sunlight filters through the curtains, painting golden stripes across Nolan's sleeping form. I watch the rise and fall of his chest, the relaxed curve of his mouth, and wonder how I got so lucky. Last night still feels like a dream, but the pleasant ache in my body confirms it was gloriously real.

A soft noise from down the hall catches my attention,Ashlynn must be awake. I slip out of bed carefully, borrowing one of Nolan's t-shirts. It falls to mid-thigh, ...