"Can I ask you why you're dreading having breakfast with your brother?" Runa asked me as she walked out of my bathroom.
"Who said I was dreading it?" I replied, looking at the outfit she was wearing.
Apparently, Runa showed up with a bag last night. Caylon dropped it off when he came by a little while ago. Runa changed into a dress that had me wondering exactly how high-society my mate comes from. It was a simple lilac-colored dress that fell to her knees. The sleeves were thin and hung off her shoulders. The neckline was much too low, letting the tops of those perfect ti.ts show. It was tight until it flared at her waist.
There's nothing I'd love more than to throw her on the bed and finish what she started this morning. Best way ever to wake up. It was hard as hell to stop everything.
