For someone who is always active, I couldn't believe I'd slept through half of Christmas day. The exhaustion from last night's events had clearly caught up with me, but I feel lighter than earlier.
Miller's comfortable play pants and soft round-neck top were a lifesaver, allowing me to relax after eating the breakfast he brought for me.
When I finally woke up, the room was strangely quiet. Where is Miller? I wondered. Just as I was about to drown in worry, the door of his suite opened, and Miller walked in, two large black nylon bags in his hands.
His smile put me at ease, and my worries melted away. "Hey, sleepyhead," he said, dropping the bag onto the floor. "I was starting to think you'd sleep through Christmas dinner."
Relief washed over me, followed by curiosity. "What's with the
