When Mark awoke, the television was still on. He yawned and stretched, forgetting where he was, until he felt Callie beside him in the bed. Mark smiled at her as she slept, snuggled deep within the blankets. He had kept his word and slept on the bed with a spare blanket tossed over him while she slept under the covers. Mark wished he could tell Callie how much he wanted to be in bed with her, holding her as she slept. What Callie wore to sleep in had not helped quell his desire. Still, he didn’t want to push her into anything after what she had told him about Mitch.
Mark’s cell phone beeped on the nightstand. He picked it up to see a message from the kitchen asking if he would be coming to the dining room for breakfast or if it should be delivered to his room. Mark looked over to the love
