Olivia was shocked to find herself in Morgan's bed in the morning. She knitted her brows, as her eyes darted around the whole room in confusion.
Olivia was pretty sure, she slept in her room, on her bed last night. So how then did she end up in Morgan's room, his bed.
She thought that Morgan was already off for work, but she was wrong. Olivia was about to get up from the bed, when the door to the washroom was opened.
Morgan's body was wrapped in a black bathrobe, as he walked out of the washroom, cleaning his hair with a towel.
His movements were slow yet steady and heart dropping. Olivia swallowed, trying to clench her fist, but winced inwardly as her nails reopened the bruise from yesterday.
Olivia gathered all resolve she could, trying not to let it falter in Morgan's f
