Thirty
It was late. My internal clock had hit snooze so many times, and when I woke up, I could tell it was well past sunrise. Seb’s arm was thrown over my middle, and he was curled up on my side, his nose nuzzled into the spot just below my ear. His breath ghosted across my cheek.
“Morning,” Seb said softly. Just hearing those raspy words, feeling the weight of Seb against my body, made my heart sing.
I stretched and twisted under the sheet, squeezing my eyes tight against the daylight that crept in around the window shades. “Good morning.” I relaxed against the bed and Seb’s warm hand slid up my back. He kneaded the muscles just under my shoulder blades, pressing firm fingers into the knots that had developed after bending over the counter all day yesterday. I groaned and squirmed.
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