Chapter Thirty Seven The Next Day
Sydney I wake up the next morning feeling refreshed. I stretch until I hit something soft. What? I open my eyes and blink to adjust to the lighting. When I focus I realize I’m not in my room. I’m in Henry’s. And he’s still asleep with his arm wrapped around me. I roll onto my back and stretch my legs out. My movement jolts him awake. When his eyes find me he visibly relaxes. “Sorry.” I say sitting up. My neck flushes so I turn away. “It’s okay. How did you sleep?” “Good.” I sigh standing up. He stands up and stretches. His shirt lifting the slightest to show off his toned stomach. I clear my throat and go downstairs in search of food. “You stayed!” Grace grins hugging me. “Where’s Bren?” Henry asks rubbing his eyes. “Work.” She says handing us both a plate of toasted cheese
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