Daxton’s POV
I don’t know how long I sleep for but when I awaken, the light coming through my bedroom window is dimmed, telling me it’s most likely early evening.
Rolling over, I have a feeling of déjà vu as I find the spot beside me once more missing a bronzed skin beauty.
Jerking upright, I’m about to jump out of bed and start throwing on clothes when I hear the toilet flush and the sound of running water before the door opens quietly and my vixen steps out dressed in my shirt.
She startles when she finds me staring at her, jumping slightly as a hand goes to her chest.
‘I thought you were still asleep’ she murmurs nervously, walking over to the bed and perching on the edge.
‘Well the last time I woke up alone, you had decided to go for a coffee without me’ I remind her, relaxing ba
