Nate's POV
When I woke up, there was no doubt in my mind that this was the happiest I could possibly be. Emma was way more than a fan; way more than I possibly realized. There was this special thing about her that I couldn't get my mind wrapped around; I couldn't even figure out what it was that made her so special to me, but I'm glad I noticed it.
I woke up next to her with my arm around her waist. I must've had a tight grip because after a few minutes, I felt her squirming. I loosened up and she turned to face me, scooting closer.
"Good morning, Nathan," she whispered, giggling.
"Good morning, Emma," I kissed her forehead.
She nuzzled her way into my chest tightly.
God, I could get used to this. No - I needed this.