I wrap a towel around her and sit her on the counter.
“I’m sleeeeepy,” she mumbles, eyes closed, leaning into my chest.
“I know, baby. Just gotta get dressed, and then I’ll put you to bed.”
She nods and lifts her arms. The towel drops.
Before I can look away, I get a full view of her perfect breasts.
I swallowhard.
I avert my eyes and slide my shirt over her head. Crisis averted.
Still wrapped in my towel, I change into fresh underwear. Then I kneel to help her step into hers, looking away as I pull them up over her hips.
I carry her to my bed, tucking her gently under the blankets. The air-con’s been running, so it’s nice and cool in my room.
“Sleep wif me,” she slurs.
How can I resist her?
I climb into bed beside her.
“Hold me…pleeaaase,” she pats the space next to her.
I scoot closer and wrap my arms around her. She rests her head on my chest and tangles her legs with mine, breathing softly.
“Mmm. So cozy. I like this. I likeyou…” she murmurs, then kisses my bare chest before drifting to sleep.
“I like you too… Happy birthday, beautiful,” I whisper into her hair, breathing her in.
I wake up the next morning with a little hot water bottle curled into me—Camille, still peacefully asleep on my chest.
Carefully, I roll out from under her without waking her. She’ll need the sleep in today.
I grab my phone from the nightstand and some clothes from the wardrobe, then head out.
I hit the home gym for a quick workout. Tyler’s out running, he tried to convince me to join. But honestly? I couldn’t think of anything worse. If I’m running, it’s not with a group of people.
After my workout, I jump in the pool, then head to the shops to grab Camille a belated birthday present. I’ve always loved treating thepeople I care about, but I love the idea of spoiling her. It actually makes me feel a bit giddy.
Back home, I go straight to the kitchen. I put the white pot of purple orchids on the bench. The florist told me they’re her birth month flower and that they also symbolise: admiration, respect and appreciation.
I place the wrapped gift box next to them.
I start cooking bacon and eggs for the girls. It’s 11 a.m. now, so they’ll be up soon. When they are, they’ll need a solid feed.
Sure enough, the smell brings Camille in.
“Hey. That smells amazing. Can I have some?” she says, rubbing her stomach.
Even hungover, she’s stunning. She’s still in my shirt, and the sight of her wearing it sends heat straight to my cock.
“Go ahead. I made it for you guys.”
“Are Dani or Tyler up?” she asks, looking around.
“Dani, not that I know of. Tyler’s off doing that running thing.”
