Tara’s POV
“Tara, sweetheart,” I heard someone calling to me and gently shaking my shoulder, but I really didn’t wish to wake up from the lovely dream I was having. One where I still lived happily with Devon and the pups. “Wake up, I have a wonderful surprise for you!”
I’m not really a fan of surprises, but I open my eyes anyway. I see Marcell standing next to the bed and holding a bathrobe out to me.
“You got me a bathrobe?” I ask, obviously confused due to lack of sleep. We had been up until very early in the morning, making out like rabbits. Marcell should be renamed Duracell, as he just keeps going and going, without needing much rest. He’s got quite a lot of stamina for an old guy! And I hope he’s not waking me up for another round of sexy time, since my body was definite
