Seventeen
Freya woke to the moon shining in her eyes. Okay, not the literal moon, but a lamp about half the size of her head that did a convincing impression of looking like the moon, gray shadows, craters, and all.
Now, she blinked at the lamp’s “mooniness”, those shadows and craters unnoticed last night when Max switched the thing on in passing, with her focus too busy ogling his beautiful nakedness.
She glared at a split in the curtains and the stinging sunlight creeping in, that sunlight aiding the moon in bathing the room in brightness. Years of working the bar scene meant she had a hate-hate relationship with early starts.
“Good morning.”
She sucked in a breath and snapped her attention to Max smiling at her from the doorway. “Holy s**t. You’re awake?”
His wide grin grew and me
