Lily
"I'm sorry," we both blurted. Adrian swinging around to face me the moment I stepped into the suite's charming kitchenette.
"What on earth for?" Guilty me stammered first, barely ignoring how my mouth watered at the sight of my son's father. A touch of morning scruff beautifully dusted his jaw, trailing down to his bare chest that I itched to touch, while his joggers hung low on his hips, begging me to stare beyond the waistband. I shouldn't, but knowing what lay beyond there didn't help; it only made resisting the budding urge to reach out and touch him that much harder.
"For last night," he said. Last night... I instantly blushed, looking everywhere but him as flashes of hot memories flooded my mind. So much for the courage I'd gathered when I decided to face him after my embarra
