TWENTY
Turner had been impressed when Poppy told him she’d brought clothes and essentials down to the music room. The news that there was a shower in the bathroom was received well too. The music room had been her bedroom for a lot of years off and on; Grammie would never have seen her living without the essentials.
Poppy had tried to think of everything so they wouldn’t have to rush back to the main house. Falling asleep with Turner was a dream and she’d do it whenever and wherever they could. Still, there was something more intimate about being able to drift off in the same sheets where they’d enjoyed each other.
The alarm on her phone had gone off to wake them, but she hadn’t taken the thing off flight mode. Turner had to work and she had to show him that she respected his commitment
