Chapter 42 The Sharpest Knife Cuts The Deepest

...Tyler POV... Things between Jenna and me have never been better than before. I can, with all honesty, say that I cannot wait to get to the woman with my dreams. I am watching her as the sun is laying warm on her soft skin. She looks like an absolute goddess lying here next to me. I slowly lean in and let my warm breath linger over the tip of her ear. "I love you." "Morning you." I smile at her, that feeling that feels the whimpers of pleasure I feel when I say it, I never want to let it go again. So I lean in once again; this time, she moves that fraction away. I take my thumb to her bottom lip and gently run it from one corner to the other. They are soft and smooth; her soft rosy lips make it slide with ease. She stops and nearly forgets to breathe as I move my thumb over and between the seams of her slightly parted lips. The heat between our bodies is unmistakable. Her breathing is short and shallow. She whispers