Harper's POV:
The sunlight hit my face and for the first time in weeks I didn't want to hide from it. My eyes opened slow and the room came into focus, warm and golden, and I stretched under sheets that smelled like him, like that clean expensive scent that made my stomach do things it shouldn't.
"Good morning sunshine."
His voice came from somewhere near the window and my p***y clenched without permission. I turned my head and there he was, already dressed in a black suit with his sleeves rolled up, watching me with eyes that made me want to pull him back into this bed and forget about everything waiting outside.
"Good morning," I said and my voice came out rougher than I expected.
He moved closer and I noticed the way his jaw tensed when his eyes dropped to where his shirt hung loos
