“Billy? Are you there?” Sam called out after waking up n***d in Billy’s bed with no sign of him.
“It’s okay, Sam. I’m making breakfast for us. Go ahead and have a shower and breakfast will be ready by the time you finish,” Billy replied from the kitchen.
Freshly showered and wearing only one of Billy’s white t-shirts that she had pulled out of his cupboard, she followed the noise to the kitchen.
Their entire morning was filled with laughter and conversation. They constantly touched each another and talked about their lives and everything else, while feasting on an assortment of bacon and eggs, pancakes, and fruit salad.
Once they’d cleaned up from breakfast, they settled back into the bedroom and talked some more. It was the perfect relaxed morning.
They had been talking almost nonsto
