I woke up the next morning to the gentle sensation of someone shaking my shoulder. I groan and squeeze my eyes shut tighter, not ready to get up just yet.
“Asher, hey, come on love. Time to get up,” Dom’s voice is soft but firm. “Leon and Harper will be here in about half an hour to pick us up separately. That way, no one has a reason to suspect anything.”
Still groggy, I sit up and rub my eyes, opening them tiredly and watching as he moves around the room in his suit from last night. He’s probably planning to swing by his place and change before work. I push the covers off and stretch with a quiet groan, then turn to make the bed - it’s one of those habits I can’t seem to shake.
With the bed tidy, I walk into the bathroom attached to the bedroom and turn on the shower, adjusting the w
