CHAPTER THREE
Keira woke to the shrill sound of her alarm clock. It read seven a.m, but thanks to the jetlag and the relatively small proportion of time she and Cristiano had used the bed for sleeping, her body felt like it was still the middle of the night. She felt groggy, like she’d had a very badly timed nap in the middle of the day.
But despite the physical discomfort, mentally she was incredibly excited for the day ahead. She leaped straight out of bed, powered by excitement and exhaustion-induced adrenaline.
She looked back at Cristiano. He was still sleeping soundly.
“Wake up,” she said, leaning over him and kissing his forehead.
His eyes fluttered open. “Do I have to?” he said, yawning. “That long flight exhausted me.”
“It was the flight that exhausted you, huh?” Keira said
