Hannah’s POV
Sore?
Yes.
Tired?
Yes.
Satisfied?
Hell yes.
Of course I wasn't doubting that I was going to have a good time - I mean this was Anton we were talking about - but I didn't know it was going to be that good.
Sex God indeed.
And his bed.
Literally had to have been the most comfortable thing ever. I didn't want to get up, even though my stomach was protesting.
Breakfast...although I was pretty sure cooking breakfast at someone elses house - especially when they weren't your significant other - could be construed in a way that I definitely didn't want.
But my stomach wouldn't shut up.
I turned, somehow managing to face Anton without waking him up. He looked so much less intimidating when he slept. His face was relaxed, and his copper hair fell over his forehead.
It was
