The floor was an excellent choice for Pudica, who didn’t plan on laying there longer. She giggled at Oliver’s grimace when he saw her flat on the tiles with her eyes closed. Minutes later, his snoring was the cue for her to sneak into bed and dream of angels and ice cream. A morning person, she had no problem waking up before him. He would never catch her in bed, rendering it impossible for them to do a misdeed.
His plentiful s****l insistence wasn’t a concern. Her propensity to cave in was more daunting.
The opportunity arose for her to climb on the bed as he rolled on his side. She swept half of his blanket toward him and dawdled onto the mattress.
The tiles had a cloudy color pattern, the table's shadow looked like a spider, and the ceiling had a rough texture to it—th
