*Harper*
I blinked my eyes open when the sun came through the massive penthouse window. I stretched happily and rolled over, my face colliding with a bare chest. Oliver grunted and wrapped his arms around me.
“Morning," he muttered.
“How are you?" I asked, giggling and nuzzling my nose against him.
“Hungry," he said. “How about you?"
“I'm starving. I really worked up an appetite last night," I said, laughing again.
“I'll make a call," Oliver said. He rolled over and grabbed the phone, calling for room service.
It didn't take long for room service to arrive, knocking on the door. Oliver got out of bed and threw on a pair of boxers. I heard him talking softly to whoever was at the door and then it closed.
I sat up and checked my phone. I'd texted my parents the night before abo
