REIGN'S POV
The next morning, I find Sonya in the kitchen, making coffee and looking like she slept about as well as I did.
Her red hair is piled on top of her head in a messy bun, and she's wearing those ridiculous pajama shorts that should be illegal.
The tank top she has on is thin enough that I can see the outline of her n*****s.
My c**k twitches at the sight, reminding me of my fantasy last night, and I have to force myself to look away before I do something stupid like bend her over the counter.
"Morning," I say, my voice coming out rougher than intended.
She jumps, nearly dropping her mug. "Oh goddess. Do you have to sneak up on people?"
"I wasn't sneaking. You were distracted." I pour myself coffee, deliberately standing close enough that our arms brush. Her vanilla scent h
