Saturday was boring.
I woke up before Brooke or Pippa and went to make us all breakfast. I was still half asleep and not really thinking of anything until I got halfway to the kitchen and remembered I needed to put my contact lenses in so that Pippa did not see my change of eye color.
When I emerged from the bathroom I was still too tired to think of much.
I shuffled to the kitchen and had already put the kettle on for Brooke when I remembered exactly what had happened last night.
It felt like a movie replaying over and over again in my mind as soon as I thought about it.
Except, not quite a movie. I didn’t just remember how he looked at me, I remembered how incredible he smelled as his lips were close to mine and how I was tingling as his body pressed up against me and his arms wra
