Twenty-One
Seb was cooing softly in my ear, and strong coffee wafted under my nose. I groaned and cracked open my eyelids.
“Morning, sunshine. I’ve got a coffee for you.”
The surface of the coffee was coated in the thick foam of cremina. I sat up. “Did you make this?”
Seb chuckled. “Dios mío, no. Roy made it.”
I took a tentative sip and blanched. “My God. How does he make coffee so poorly?”
“He should stick to tea.”
I nodded and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. “What time is it?”
“Time for breakfast service soon. Roy’s making the bread, but I think it’s best if the rest was up to you.”
“Okay. I’ll be up soon. Hey, what happened to my massage last night?”
Seb laughed. “I started your massage and you snored!”
I rolled my eyes. “I think that means you owe me one,” I teased.
Seb kiss
