Breakfast to Cuddles

Alexander's POV

Look at me, looking at her as if I have never seen a woman in my life, sprawled on my bed.

But she is not any woman. My subconscious reminded me.

Of course, she is not! !!

She is my Angel, my Iris, my Woman. The woman, who once I thought controlled the actions of my body, but oh so wrong I was.

The beautiful woman spooned in my arms, breathing on my chest, not only owning my body but my heart.

Before yesterday, I thought, I wanted Iris, as I had never wanted anything in my life.

She was a want.

But yesterday when she uttered those three beautiful words, after we made love, yes love, I realized what I feel for is not just merely a want .....I love this woman, I love her so much, I need her in every second of my life like I need oxygen to breathe.

Bringing her closer, I pressed a kiss on her forehead, stroking her beautiful hair gently.

The moment those words left her mouth, first I froze, eyes opened wide, but slowly when the words registered, my heart swelled wi