When the alarm clock rings, I open one eye. I see that I’m naked, tired, but I feel so good!
Beside me, Alistair growls. His hand resting on my belly slides around my waist. He pulls me gently towards him and this feeling intoxicates me.
“It’s really early,” he grumbles after glancing at the alarm clock. Who gets up at this hour?”
“Welcome to the life of a baker! We go to work when most people are still under their duvets.”
No sooner have I said those words than I regret them. No, he hasn’t just entered my life, my daily life. He just jumped in there, quite temporarily. And in a few minutes, he’s going to get out of this bed, get dressed, maybe we’ll share a cup of coffee, and he’ll be gone.
But Alistair doesn’t seem in a hurry to run away. On the contrary, he pushes back the sheet th
