Laurel
“Mmm morning.” I slowly open my eyes to the sunlight filtering in through the curtains. And a familiar hot half naked guy kissing my neck.
“Morning. You looked too good not to wake. I’ve decided Coline might not hate me because I do like what she packed this trip.” He slips his finger under the spaghetti strap of the silk shorts set in my dated clothing packet. I laugh remembering the bags had duct tape with a note from Henry. “I want a photo each morning proving you didn’t cheat.”
“I shudder to think how much money you’ve spent on clothes since you hired me.”
“Judging from how little your side of the closet is filled, not enough yet.” He starts kissing along my collarbone.
“What time is it?” I ask him curious since we were out so late.
“Almost 7. I should let you sleep but
