Laken’s POV
I woke up the next morning, hurting in places I couldn’t imagine. It felt like the first time I went riding; I was sore, and I could barely walk right for a few days. I rolled over, and the other half of the bed was empty. Where was Devon? I sat up and looked around. His shorts were gone, and I didn’t hear the shower running.
I got up and went to get dressed, getting myself ready for the day. I put on a coral-colored off the shoulder sweatshirt and white shorts, ran my brush through my hair, and brushed my teeth when Devon came walking through the bedroom door, carrying a tray with food on it.
“I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed, but I see you are already up,” he said, placing the tray on the coffee table in the sitting area. “How do you feel?”
“It feels like
