Michael's POV
The sun's rays were sharp, threatening to penetrate my sleep. I groaned trying to keep the sun away. I was used to my deep curtains protecting me.
"Good morning, sleepy head."
I smile at the sound of the angelic voice whispering to me. Hearing her voice, I knew last night wasn't a dream. I was with Havana, the only place I ever wanted to be. I opened my eyes to two beautiful blue orbs above me. She smiled, her perfect white teeth on full display as her eyes twinkled.
"How are you more gorgeous first thing in the morning?"
She laughed, a melody sweeter than a song. Her lips pressed against mine as I wrapped my arms around her waist. This moment was perfect, nothing could make this better. Her lips were fueling my addiction to her. I couldn't keep my hands from roaming her body, every inch of her was mine and vice versa.