Six months ago, you’d have never dreamt of skipping Sunday bellinis with the girls. Yet here you are—on the couch, in your underwear, playing video games, with the same guy you met at that bar. And what’s crazy is that he still seems to like you, even with bedhead and morning breath. Maybe it took a thousand wild nights, but you finally found the perfect morning.
Wake up in the arms of a guy who gets you, with the comforting smell of sweet cream and spice.