There was movement in the room next to me. I could hear the rustle of clothing and the clank of hangers scraping in the closet. Sitting up, I waited for the culprit to come forward. Smoothing my hair down, knowing full well the haphazard designs my hair took in the night, I pulled the shirt to correctly sit on my frame. I admired the way the material hung about me, dwarfing me just as Ashley's body would. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face when imagining Ashley's body hanging over mine. The way I had felt in his arms last night was something I would try to remember for the rest of my life.
"Good morning, sleepy head." His deep, chocolatey voice echoed from the walls as his shirtless body emerged from the walk-in. "Did you sleep OK, princess?" A smiled was tugging at the
