It was our last day, and all we wanted to do was stay tangled up.
It was about nine in the morning when I started to wake up. John had held me in his arms the entire night, keeping me warm and safe. I took a deep breath of air, exhaling while I casually stretched. John must've been awake already, because he kissed the top of my head, which was still resting on his bare chest, and whispered, "Good morning." A smile came across my face. I tipped my head...Read On