I woke up with Soren's arm hanging over my waist. When I shifted slowly, he groaned and buried his face in my back. I pinched his arm to wake him up and he grunted with irritation before sitting up in bed.
His blonde hair was a tangled mess and his red streak of hair was lost beneath all the gold.
Soren wiped the drool from the side of his mouth and looked at me with dazed eyes.
"Good morning," he muttered, collapsing back in bed.
"Morning," I responded, looking out the window at the long stretch of green woods.
Ruth and Sarani would be leaving today. They wouldn't be boarding a commercial flight because Soren had graciously offered them his private jet. They hadn't refused. They hadn't refused anything since I hurt Ruth.
I jumped out of bed, took a shower and got dressed all while S
