“What a way to wake up,” I whisper.
“I couldn’t resist,” he admits, his voice low. “You rolled over and your hands found me in your sleep...”
I whimper softly as he kisses my neck.
“I have work to do, beautiful.”
I pout in the darkness. “It’s barely four a.m.”
“I know, but I have a big contract to sort out.”
I huff softly.
“Go back to sleep, baby. I’ll wake you in a few hours.”
“It better be like this again.”
He chuckles. “I’ll do my best.”
He tucks the blanket back over me, and I hear him leave. I drift back into a light, restless sleep, waking again when sunlight streams through the window. I sit up, stretching, my body pleasantly sore. I spot one of Travis’s t-shirts and pull it on, then pad into the bathroom. Staring at my reflection, I run my fingers through my tousled hair and brush my teeth. Feeling more refreshed, I go in search of Travis.
I find him in his home office, on the phone. He faces the window, his back to me, wearing only a pair of black jeans. His physique is striking—the backside of a cowboy, smooth, sculpted back, and messy dirty blonde hair. I walk over slowly, placing my hands on his back. He jumps slightly, then turns and grins down at me.
“Yeah, Marcus, sort it all out. What time does the flight leave?”
Silence, and a soft kiss from Travis. “We’ll be there.”
He hangs up, his grin lazy and content.
“Good morning, sunshine. You look well ravished.”
“I didn’t get woken up...” I huff, and he laughs.
“I can make it up to you later. How does breakfast sound?”
I grin. “Perfect.”
We make our way down to the kitchen.
“Want me to make you my famous egg toast?”
My heart skips a beat. “Like you used to?”
He grins, remembering just as I am.
“Mischief, check it out.”
I’m sulking because he went on a date last night. I don’t want to talk to him. I’m seventeen, wildly in love with him, and he is doing everything he can to avoid that because he knows it’s a bad idea. Not to mention, I hate the girl he went out with, Annabelle.
“Aw, stop sulking.”
I grumble a curse under my breath. “Did you kiss her?”
He frowns. “It doesn’t matter, come on, Mischief, we’ve talked about this...”
“Yeah, well, it’s not fair.”
“I know, kid, but Chief would kill me. You know that. It’s for the best.”