Grace's POV
My eyes flutter open as sunlight streams through the open windows. I can feel Chester next to me, his front pressed against my back. I smile, turning so his arms have enclosed my entire body. I rest my head against his chest and bury my face in his neck. I missed him so much.
"Morning sweetheart." He whispers in my ear.
I look up to him, and find myself lost in his eyes.
"Morning." I answer.
He kisses me lightly, his forehead pressed on mine. When we break apart, I close my eyes and rest contentedly in his warm arms.
BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ.
"There's the alarm." I say, opening my eyes.
"Babe can you hand me my phone?" Chester asks.
I pick up his phone off the bedside table and hand it to him.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Telling my manger," Chester starts. "that I'm taking the day off."
I see him smiling widely, and lean in to him.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
We kiss, falling back into just where we were before.
