Zara Greene always woke up peacefully. The moment her eyes met the light, she took a moment to bask in the awe of her life. Years ago, she never would have guessed she could be this happy.
There were sounds of stirring beside her. Zara knew from experience that her partner was less inclined to share her pleasant attitude upon wakefulness. She rolled to face him, watching the furrow in his brow deepen as he resisted the daylight peeking from behind the window. Tendrils of sun illuminated his sandy hair, haphazardly sticking up from a night of rest. Zara moved herself closer to him, running a hand over his bare chest and planting small kisses on his arm.
“Harrison,” she whispered, “Do you know what time it is?”
The man peeled one eye open and responded gruffly, “Unless it’s blowjob o’clock, I don’t want to know.”
His unexpected answer brought a hearty laugh to Zara’s lips. “Harrison Montgomery, you have a one-track mind!”
Harrison finally lifted his other eyelid and gazed at his girlfriend of four years. His eyes conveyed a certain fondness for the woman in front of him, and he was pleased to perceive the same from her. He shifted beneath the sheets, aching to feel the warmth of her body. Bringing Zara into his arms, he leaned forward to meet her lips in a kiss.