Olivia
He took a sip from his mug, leaning against the railing. The robe gaped further, and I forced my eyes to stay on his face.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked, his voice still rough with sleep.
"Yes," I lied, hoping he couldn't tell I'd spent half the night acutely aware of his body next to mine.
"Liar," he said, but his tone was amused rather than accusatory. "You tossed and turned for hours."
I felt my cheeks heat. "The ocean is loud."
"Mmm." He clearly didn't believe me but didn't press the issue. Instead, he gazed out at the water, the morning sunlight highlighting the sharp angles of his face.
We sipped our coffee in silence for a few minutes. Despite the oddity of being in my boss's beach house after a night in his bed, it felt almost peaceful.
"We'll be meeting my family i
