Morning Whispers
Grace felt something soft and warm pressing against her lips, pulling her out of the depths of a dream that had felt so sweet she could almost taste it. As her senses returned, the dream slipped further away, leaving only a lingering warmth in its wake. Her eyes fluttered open, blinking rapidly to adjust to the brightness around her.
As her gaze finally focused on the view in front of her eyes, she found herself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling which made her pause. Her mind scrambled to piece together what was happening, but before she could have gathered her thoughts, a face suddenly appeared in her line of sight, and the warmth returned to her lips.
Her eyes widened as realization dawned -she was being kissed. Her gaze focused on the man above her, and she found herself staring at the familiar, breathtakingly handsome face of Davian King Parker.