Lilian’s POV
I yawn loudly, stretching my arms as a pain in my neck makes itself known. Opening my eyes, I find that I’m curled up in one of the armchairs, my head leaning over the arm, still wearing the lacy outfit that I put on at about midnight last night as a surprise for Daxton.
Moving to sit up, wincing as I try to straighten my neck again, why am I still in the living room? I groan inwardly, I must have fallen asleep and when Daxton got home he didn’t want to wake me. I was probably quite comfortable when I fell asleep, he wouldn’t have thought that I’d end up half upside down.
My phone rings, and I force myself to move, scrambling with the vibrating cell as it skips it’s way across the coffee table.
‘Shhhh!’ I hiss at it just as my fingers close around the noisy bastard, ‘Dax i
