I don't regret it. For the same reason that I don't regret the second piece of cake on a birthday or a second margarita Thursday nights with Kelsey.
Because it's okay to indulge. In moderation.
Kellen sleeps like a bear and he rises like one too, grizzly and groggy I think I catch a snarl.
I throw his other shoe at him. The sole connects with his chest this time. Jackpot. "Get up!" I shout, tying my robe at the waist. "Kellan!" The jeans land on his face. Another snarl.
"It's Sunday." He groans his voice still guttural from the night before. I'm not surprised, my own has a purr to it, a vibration of my vocal chords from more moaning than I'd ever done had taken its toll.
"Exactly it's Sunday! The day when Nate comes over for breakfast! Get out."
He pushes himself up in bed, resting o
