NORA POV
The next morning Mira didn’t knock like yesterday. For a moment I thought maybe she was late. I was still in Derek’s cuddle, grinning to myself when I remembered last night—the teasing jealousy, our pillow fight, the joy, and the scream.
“Good morning,” Derek muttered against my neck and kissed me softly.
“Morning,” I said back, still smiling.
His hand started moving on my body, slow at first, then already reaching for my breast, trying to smooch. I quickly pulled away.
“Mira will soon be here; let’s get ready for the training,” I said.
Derek groaned and hit his hand on the bed. “Mira, Mira, Mira… It’s always her,” he muttered like she was the problem.
We both started dressing up, but just when we were almost done, Derek’s phone rang. He answered, and from his face I knew i
