CHAPTER SEVENTEENTalia
Talia yawned in the California king size bed in the luxury suite at the Palazzo on the Strip, and rolled over to avoid the sunlight that streamed in the window. Apparently, they’d forgotten to shut the curtains before they had made crazy passionate love last night.
That part she remembered. It was everything from the s’mores shots to the hot s*x that was a blur.
Her head pounded as if a drum line was marching through it. She pulled the pillow over her head and curled back up into the strong arms of Harrison.
“G’morning, sweetheart.” Harrison moved the pillow and dropped a kiss on her forehead.
“Morning,” Talia mumbled, still trying to hide her face. “We forgot to shut the curtains last night.”
“Yeah, I remember saying something about wanting to make love to you
