Chapter 81 Eighty

• Callused palms gently shake me awake. My eyes flutter open, my brows crease as I stare into amber eyes. He blinks, his lips curl into a smile that jogs my memory and I giggle.
• “Brandon.”
• Pressing my lips to his in a chaste kiss, I pull back, almost shy under his scrutiny and he chuckles. Propped up by a throw pillow, he stares down at me like he wants to uncover all my layers and take care of me forever. A feeling settles in my tummy. I like it. My lips pucker, he pecks me and I cup his face, giggling at the feel of his beards on my palms.