Maia
“Morning,” Penelope trailed a light finger along my spine, her touch warm and ticklish.
I turned to look at her, not bothering to cover up. Instead, my attention was taken up by the beautiful woman right next to me, a wonderful first thing to see in the morning. “You’re awake.”
“Hmm-hmm.” She leaned on her elbow, her hair messy and wild. “How did you sleep?”
“Barely,” I chuckled, unsure whether it was appropriate to kiss her or not. I felt like we decided something last night but there was a difference between agreeing to start a relationship and kissing in the morning.
I sat up against the headboard, taking in the room. It was elegant but impersonal without little touches or trinkets to reflect the owner of the Mansion. Empty.
“What time is it?” I asked, twisting out of the bed
