{MICHAEL}
I wake up to a mouthful of hair. It's everywhere—my face, my nose, tickling my throat. I smile and tighten my arms around the warm feminine body nestled against me, breathing her in deeply.
My wife.
The thought sends a deep, satisfied thrill rolling down my spine, grounding me in a way I didn't know I needed. I shift slightly, tucking my head back just enough to escape the ambush of hair, and finally get a good look at her. She's still fast asleep, lips parted as she snores softly like she doesn't have a single care in the world.
I swallow my amused chuckle, not wanting to wake her just yet.
Then the alarm clock catches my eye, and I stiffen. 9 AM already? I've never spent this long in bed. Even with the blinds drawn, I'm wired to wake up at sunrise. A mountain of calls and emails must be piling up in my office.
