Enzo
Iwake to Remy’s hair tickling my nose and Breck’s arm thrown across both of us. For a moment, I just lie there, taking stock of the situation.
I’ve never done the morning after. Until recently. With Remy. My pattern has always been simple: fuck, sleep if absolutely necessary, then leave before anyone can expect more. No breakfast, no lazy mornings, and no complications.
But right now, with Remy’s back pressed against my chest and her breathing still soft with sleep, I don’t want to be anywhere else.
She stirs, making a slight sound of protest as consciousness creeps in. I tighten my arm around her waist.
“Good morning.” My voice is rough with sleep.
“Hi.” She doesn’t open her eyes. “What time is it?”
“Early. We have a few hours before we need to get ready.”
Breck moves behind her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Good morning, beautiful.”
Remy turns her head to look at him, then back at me. I watch her face for signs of regret or awkwardness. Instead, she smiles, and her expression is genuine, warm, and completely unguarded.
“Good morning to you both.” She stretches, and the movement makes her body slide against mine in ways that are decidedly unhelpful to my self-control.
Breck sits up, running a hand through his hair. “I’m ordering breakfast. Remy, what do you want?”
“Coffee,” she answers dreamily. “And whatever you think I’d like.”
“I think I know exactly what you’d like.” His hand slides up her thigh beneath the sheets.
Remy catches his wrist, laughing as she pushes him away. “We have an important meeting today. Save that energy for later.”
“You’re killing me.” But he’s grinning as he reaches for the room service menu. “Fine. But I’m holding you to ‘later.’”
She winks at him. “I’m counting on it.”
I prop myself up on one elbow, looking down at her. “Did you sleep okay?”
“Better than okay.” She leans over and kisses me on the cheek. “Though I might need a nap before the meeting.”
“We wore you out?” The satisfaction in my voice is probably embarrassing, but I don’t care.
“So modest.” She laughs, swatting my chest. “Yes, you wore me out. Your ego needed that, I’m sure. Happy?”
I laugh. “Extremely.”
Breck’s on the phone now, ordering breakfast, speaking French. It sounds like he is ordering half the menu. When he hangs up, he grins at us. “Breakfast will be here in thirty minutes.”
Remy glances at the clock. “That’s not much time.”
“It’s plenty of time.” Breck stands, pulling her up with him. “For what I have in mind.”
“Which is?”
“Getting you in the shower. With me.” He’s already walking her backward toward the bathroom. “For efficiency.”
“Efficiency.” Her laugh is breathless. “Is that what we’re calling it?”
“I can call it whatever you’d like.” He smirks. “But that doesn’t change what I plan on doing with you.”
They disappear into the bathroom, and I hear the water start, followed by Remy’s laugh and Breck’s lower response. I should probably feel jealous or possessive. Instead, I feel… complete.
