"Wakey, wakey," her soft voice flew inside my ears, getting me into my senses. I slowly opened my eyes and met her wide, brown ones. The ones I fell deeply in love with since the first time she looked at me.
"Good morning," I mumbled, turning so I'd face her completely. She smiled. I know she loves my morning voice too much.
She brushed her nose over mine, causing me to chuckle. I held her face between my hands for a second too long only to study her mesmerizing features. Her grin grew wider before she blew on a strand of hair that fell to my forehead.
"You're so cute," I whispered to her.
"Yeah, I know," she giggled and kissed me quickly before climbing off the bed.
I got hold of her wrist when she was inches away from fully walking and she twirled to face me with a hint of a smirk that played on her full lips. "What?" she played dump.
"That wasn't a kiss."
"Oh," she grinned again. "But it was."
"No, it wasn't."
"Yes, it was-"
I pulled her arm and her body fell next to me on the bed. "That wasn't a kiss," I repeated before I claimed her lips as mine for the millionth time since she became my wife. Her lips curved to the sides in a smile against mine.
She pulled away and blinked a couple of times before kissing me one last time.
"Get up, sleepyhead," she told me and smiled, her white teeth showing. "You're phone had been ringing nonstop."
"My phone?" I sat up, my nerves tightening. "Who was it?"
"I dunno," she shrugged, opening the door. "I know you don't like people going through your stuff."
God, I love my Pearl.
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