I felt the sun warming my shoulders as I lay partly draped over Makarius. My head throbbed, and the rest of my body wasn’t much better. “Victoria, sleep,” he mumbled.
I turned slightly, but his arm tugged me back. His hand slid across my bare skin, and I drifted off again. The scent of coffee roused me. Blinking slowly, I finally opened my eyes.
Makarius stood there, sharp in a suit, his dark hair tied neatly back. “Where are you going?” I whispered, my voice was still heavy with sleep. He sat on the edge of the bed.
“Forgive me, but I need to check on the company. When I get back, though, we’re celebrating your birthday, twenty-one, big deal, then off to a surprise honeymoon.” I frowned. “How long will you be gone?”
“Just a few days, I swear,” he said, leaning in to kiss me. My hand
