*Miles*

I woke up to the smell of vanilla in my nostrils and I knew exactly where I was. My arm was draped around her body and her hair was sprawled out all across my chest.

I could wake up like this every day.

After last night, I knew that there was no way in hell that I was ever going to let this woman go. Dove had me. She was my end, my undoing, and my ruin.

I watched her chest rise and fall gently. The sun was barely peaking beyond the large ...