I look her up and down, eyeing her crazed hair and smudged makeup she forgot to take off.
“What’s that look you’re giving me?” she asks.
“Just admiring your Medusa hair.”
She narrows her eyes playfully. “You’re supposed to tell me I look like Sleeping Beauty when I wake up.”
“You’re the most gorgeous, sexy woman I have ever met in my life. Someone I cherish and would never lie to,” I tell her truthfully.
“I’m missing the point here, Jack.”
I lean forward and bite her neck playfully. “The point is, I can’t possibly call you a Sleeping Beauty when you’re more like a sleeping train wreck.”
Her eyes widen in surprise, and I can’t hold back my deep rumble of laughter.
“What the hell, Jack!” She hits my hand, making me drop the piece of hair I’d been holding between my fingers.
I shrug, still laughing. “You’re a one hundred out of ten. But you drool when you sleep, your face becomes swollen, and your eyes get crusty.” I bite my lip, trying to contain myself, deciding not to point out how her hair is a sweaty, knotted mess.
“This is the one time you could have lied to me. Haven’t you ever heard of a white lie?” she grumbles.
I cup her face “Why? It doesn’t make me like you any less, and I can’t help that not everyone can be perfect like me.”
“Jack. Oh my god, stop talking.” She pushes herself off me, and I let her go willingly, laughing my ass off.
It’s so easy to ruffle her feathers sometimes.
When I hear the shower turn on, I follow her into the bathroom. I suddenly hate showering alone after forty years on this planet.
“I’m showering alone,” she says, and I smirk, knowing how to get on her good side.
I pull her into my chest before she can step into the shower. “I’m sorry.” I kiss her neck. “How about we take a bath instead.”
She excitedly whips around. “You hate baths.”
“I know, they’re the worst,” I grumble. “But you love them.”
“Should we go downstairs first?”
“The guys left. They had an earlier start to their wine-tasting tour. They texted goodbye and said they would see us Saturday.”
“Okay.” She smiles. “Bath time it is,lover boy.”
Annabelle
“The bath is almost ready,” I call, peeking my head out to find Jack.
His phone buzzes on the nightstand where it’s plugged in, then buzzes again. This happens three more times.
“Jack?” I call again.
“I’m here, sweetheart.” He lifts a tray of breakfast pastries, a bottle of champagne, and some orange juice.
I momentarily pause as he walks past me, quickly giving me a chaste kiss, completely naked and so fucking gorgeous. My breathing picks up as my eyes stay glued to his flawless body, especially his arse…God, I love his arse.
I feel crazed thinking how I want to run my hands along the hard plains of his body, smooth and dusted with the perfect amount of hair.
He turns back, seemingly thinking the same as he drags his eyes slowly up my body, pausing at my breasts that pucker under his electrifying stare.
