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Waking Up Together
Having the woman he had loved for so long asleep in his arms was even better than Trent could’ve imagined, and finally showing her how much he loved her had been beyond anything he’d ever dreamed possible.
Bree shifted and let out a little sigh. She had a show that evening, so he knew he couldn’t let her sleep for too long, but it was sweet to see her lying there so peacefully.
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