Coz he was sunshine, she was midnight rain
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Ivy Kennedy
She's a legend before twenty-Hollywood's golden girl, the youngest self-made billionaire, and a model who owns every runway she walks. Ruthless. Unbreakable. A force of nature. The world se...
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The sunlight sneaks through the open window, hitting me square in the face. I groan, squeezing my eyes shut and turning my head away from the glare. It's too early.
Then I hear it-a low, quiet chuckle behind me. My eyes blink open. Where did that come from? I glance around lazily, still half-asleep, until I hear it again. That familiar sound. I roll my eyes as it clicks. "Storm," I then realizing he's behind me.
"Ugh," I groan, snuggling back into his arms. He's so warm and cozy.
"No, Storm, we need to wake up," his voice rumbles softly against me smile audible in his voice. I lazily pat his face with my hand, not even bothering to lift my head.
"Go to sleep," I mumble, my words slurred with exhaustion.
"It's 9 in the morning, baby," he says.
My heart leaps in panic, and my eyes fly open. "What?" I gasp, bolting upright to check the clock. When I see it's only 7, relief floods through me. "You scared me!" I glare at him, dropping back onto the bed dramatically. "Yeah?" he teases, kissing my forehead,his voice laced with amusement.
I nod, stretching my arms over my head. He leans in and kisses my shoulder softly, and I can't help the smile that tugs at my lips.
"Did you sleep well?" he asks, his voice gentle now.
"The best," I murmur, turning to look at him.
"Did you?"
"Oh, like a baby," he says with a cheeky grin.
I laugh quietly at his expression. The light reflects on him, making him look like the hottest person in the world, and many may agree with me because the tag given to him on social media platforms is "the Greek god," but they can suck it because he's mine.
He's beautiful-his jawline sharp, ocean eyes that drown me every damn time, his soft hair messily dropping onto his forehead. And how can I even forget his perfectly soft lips that were on mine? I feel blood rushing to my cheeks as everything from last night floods back to me.
He caught me staring at him. Shit. I quickly turn my face away, but he instantly holds it, smiling down at me.
"What are you thinking?" he asks teasingly.
"Nothing." I give him a cheeky smile, and he chuckles, kissing my head, making me smile harder. But my smile fades the moment he says, "Come on, let's go eat breakfast." I hesitate. "I'm not hungry," I say softly, avoiding his gaze.
He frowns, his eyes searching mine. "Yeah, but you didn't eat yesterday either. Just eat something, please?"
His words feel heavy, and I nod reluctantly. Before I can overthink it, he leans in and kisses both my cheeks, then attacks my head, and then the corner of my lips.
