I wake up around six-thirty, just as light is beginning to edge the horizon, and a warm, boneless Parker is still asleep next to me. I roll onto my back and the shift of my weight slides her closer to me, her perfect ass tucked into my side.
I’m pretty sure she didn’t mean to fall asleep last night—not in the contract stipulations—and I’m curious what she’s going to say when she wakes.
And what exactly are you going to say? I wonder. Around midnight, I’d been half-ready to propose. By three this morning, I was scared shitless. Now? Now, I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to say, but I know I want to see where this thing between us goes.
Parker sighs in her sleep, rubbing her feet together under the covers. She’s surfacing and I expect some sort of delicate eyelid flutter or soft femin
