“Ow!” A female voice whines. But that’s not just any voice.
It’s her voice.
“Lucy! I’m so sorry.” I laugh as I finally pry my eyes open. “I forgot where I was for a minute and thought Smudge had smuggled her way into my bed again.”
“Oh my god. You thought I was the cat!” She squeals. The messy bun on top of her head wobbles as she shifts away. “Nice to know last night was just as memorable for you, too.”
Shit. Mayday! I can’t tell if she’s joking or not. Her body starts to shake. “No, no no…”
“Relax.” Her shaking turns out to be laughter. “I’m just messing with you. You took the bait way too easily.”
She rolls away from me to push herself up the bed. I don’t even know what time it is. It’s not that light outside yet, but for London, that could just mean a bad weather day. I turn my head to look at her, and what a fucking sight to see. I have never seen a more beautiful woman in the morning. Taking her hair down, the messy curls look like a mane draped over her shoulders.
“You are so beautiful,” I say, unable to look away.
Her skin tinges the slightest shade of pink at the compliment. She looks down as if shy, but the tilt of her lips shows how much she liked it.
“So, what would you like to do today?” She asks, ignoring my statement.
“I’d be happy to stay right here. In this bed. With you.” I reply, leaning my body over her to scatter kisses along her stomach. “Is there anything you would like to do?”
“Nope.” She emphasises the P as she threads her fingers through my hair. “A day in bed with you sounds like heaven.”
I growl in reply. Fuck, who knew I was this much of an animal? Before I can take it any further, she is out of my grasp and walking towards the door.
“But first, I have to go pee, and I need a coffee. Do you want one?” She winks as she strolls away. That little minx knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
But a coffee does sound good right now.
“Yes, please, two sugars.”
“I know how you like it.”
“Oh, really?” I arch a brow. I hear her soft chuckle as she heads down the hall.
I throw myself back onto the bed with my fingers entwined behind my head. Less than twenty-four hours ago, I didn’t think this could ever become reality. Not even in my wildest dreams. I have never felt as content as I do right now. Knowing my feelings aren’t one-sided is unbelievable. There is a small feeling of dread at the thought of coming clean to everyone, working its way into me, though. It wouldn’t change a thing to me, but I worry that it will for her.
