58. Wholeheartedly

Quinn

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My fingers twirl the little hairs on his chest as his warm scent dominates all over me. His broad chest speaks of comfort every time I am with him. I love him, and seeing his face first thing in the morning has now become a routine. I always have my smile in the mornings.

I lift my head to see Xavion's sleeping yet smiling face. As he opened his eyes, I wrinkled my nose.

"Good morning," I whispered and bit my lower lip.

He groaned, pulled me closer against his chest, and snaked his leg around my waist.

"Stay, darling. I want us to be like this in the mornings," he whispered. He shut his eyes again.

The sun is up and I can see a faint light illuminating our glass window. The heavy blinds are effective in blocking out light, creating a dark atmosphere inside. I curled my body and buried my face against his chest.

I still have a vivid memory of what occurred last night. It was an ecstatic feeling when Xavion gave me the beautiful necklace. It's fit for a queen like my name. . . Q