Apologetic

Kane's Pov

I wake up stretching my body feeling my angel pressed against me fast asleep and I get comfortable again wrapping my arm around her, burying my face into her neck, taking in the subtle vanilla lingering on her and smile.

I'll never get enough of her, everything. From the way she looks, feels and smells. The way she touches me, looks at me and loves me.

I feel her love constantly, the unconditionally feeling than surrounds me daily and I thrive off it, my angel. I love her unconditionally already and nothing will ever change this feeling.

I'd choose my angel over everyone and everything, that's how much she means to me. The strong need is something I won't kick. Her mind, body and soul are mine and I fucking love it. My addiction to her gets stronger everyday and I love that more.