~~Bree’s PoV~~
When I wake up in the morning, it takes me a moment to remember why I feel so good.
The soft light of the rising sun filters through the motel room curtains and I immediately look over to Drew’s bed. He’s making some adjustments to one of his prosthetic legs, his attention fixed on it while keeping one eye on the bathroom door as well, and he hasn’t noticed I’m awake yet.
I take the opportunity to simply look at him, to watch him while he’s unaware of being watched. He’s still shirtless, the muscles of his broad chest contracting as he manipulates the mechanical leg in front of him. His brow is furrowed in concentration, his jaw set, making the strong lines of his face even sharper.
In my mind, I see him as he was last night too, the look of desire and fulfilment on hi
