Chapter 32

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NOTE: This song is so truly beautiful, and I highly suggest listening to it while reading. Puts you in the mood I was in while writing this. :)

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Chapter 32: The Morning After
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I was lost in the warmth. Our bodies were connected, his arm wrapped around my waist.

I felt safe. Loved. Amazing.

I pushed the hair out of his face, his eyes closed his breathing calm. I close my eyes and take in this moment.

He's mine. And I'm his.

I want to cry.

Oh...yup...here they come.

Cold tears fall down my cheeks and I smile gently at him.

Slate Edwards. Mine. My boyfriend. The love of my life.

I never thought this day would come.

This is what love feels like. Like your happiness can never end. Love is looking at a person and not even realizing your smiling. Love is the boy sleeping in front of me. Love is something.

I close my eyes and kissed his chin before tucking my head under his head. I breathe in his scent and fell asleep listening to everything wearing away as my eyes close peacefully.

Slate's POV:

Her breathing was so soft. Her face is so delicate as the sun shined on her cheeks, making her skin sparkle. She looked so peaceful. Happy.

I kissed her cheek. "We are in love aren't we?" I whisper. I run my fingers until her eyes and gently push the hair out her face.

She shifts in her sleep and a small smile showed on her face making my heart melt.

I could hear the angels singing.

I close my eyes and fully enjoy the moment.

I open my eyes to her gazing back at me.

"Good morning, beautiful."

She laughs softly, "Playboy." She says shaking her head.

I shrug and run my hand over her cheek and onto her chin.

She looks at me again, "what time is it?" She groans moving her body over to hold me close.

I teach behind her for her phone. I check the time. "9:30"

She groans. "I need to take a shower and get ready."

I smirk.

"No, Slate." She laughs.

"C' mon! Please? Bella? Baby?" I say in a sweet tone, pouting.

"Stop that. I don't like that."

She kisses me quickly and climbs on top of me. I sit up and grab her waist and squeezing her hips.

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