CLARISSA FELT the s***k on her butt and her head snapped up from the comfortable pillow. She was having such a beautiful about her and Nicholas and a certain black fur that had become her favorite thing in that entire penthouse.
“Come on, lazy bug, time to get up.” She heard someone say.
Clarissa frowned and turned around to see who had decided to cut her sleep time short—on a friggin Sunday! She blew her hair from her face and Nicholas was standing at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed on his chest and a big grin on his face.
“'Morning.” he drawled.
Clarissa took him in before she could find the words to say to him. He was dressed in a white pair of sweat pants and a white vest. His hair was glistening with what she thought was water but later, after seeing his biceps also glis
