Grayson POV
To my surprise, Timothy was already in my office the next morning, despite the early hour, looking quite rejuvenated and perky in comparison to me, who no doubt looked like a trainwreck. It had been difficult to persuade my body to want to climb out of bed when there had been a gorgeous warm body next to mine, thoughts of kissing Flair and touching her so prevalent in my mind that I'd been forced to hold back a groan as I entered the bathroom. I'd been forced to do something I hadn't done since I was a teenager, using my hand to find my release underneath the cascading water of the shower as I pictured myself with my wife. It wasn't as good as the real thing, but I was loathe to wake her, knowing she needed her rest. Unfortunately, it did not tame the desire I had for her as I
