R A Y V I N
Soft lips brushed across my temple, leaving sweet tender kisses in their wake, and part of me wanted to turn and respond, but mostly I wanted to stay asleep. I moaned and burrowed into my pillow.
“Rayvin, wake up.” James’s voice was soft, coaxing.
“No,” I moaned.
“We have to leave in half an hour for the twin's birthday at my sister's. The clothes have arrived.” He was amused.
I opened my eyes reluctantly. It was pretty dark outside. Jame was leaning over, gazing at me intently.
“Come on sleepy-head. Get up.” He stooped down and kissed me again.
“I brought you a drink. Something to fully wake you up. I’ll be downstairs. Don’t go back to sleep, or you’ll be in trouble,” he threatened, but his tone was mild. He kissed me briefly and left, leaving me blinking sleep from my
