Chapter 39: Peaches
Abigail’s POV
“Good morning,” Elle kissed my forehead after waking up before me. At some point, she brought us a blanket. Our bodies were pressed close and snug and still nude underneath it.
“How did I do?” she smirked.
“I feel amazing even though I look like sh*t.” My wet hair amplified my curls into messy tentacles that battled one another. The curls were glued to my face on one side, probably from drool. My eyes were still adjusting to the bright morning sun, and I could feel the crusted sleepers that settled in my eyes.
“You don’t look like sh*t. Quite the opposite,” she leaned in for a kiss and we gave each other a quick pick me up for the morning. “But you were snoring all night, so I knocked you out cold.” She sounded so pleased with herself.
I rolled my eyes at her cockiness but smirked. She made me feel like I had a perfect dream but waking up with her made me know it all happened.