Liam:
Her body was warm against mine, soft curves pressed to my chest, the faintest trace of her scent still lingering on my skin from the night before.
I had to admit, I was quiet as I just watched her in silence, knowing that waking her up would be one step closer to her getting out of bed.
I gently ran my finger over her hip, smiling when she let out a small sigh of contentment in her sleep.
I shifted slightly, and she stirred, her lashes fluttering open.
“Morning,” I murmured, brushing my lips over her temple.
“Mhm,” she whispered, her voice husky, her eyes still heavy with sleep. She stretched, the hem of my shirt riding higher on her thighs, exposing bare skin that made my pulse thunder. “What day are we?”
“Saturday.”
“It is too early for me to be awake. Why did you wake
