Annabelle’s POV
“Good morning, Rosy. You’re wasting your energy, you know,” he said in a sexy, raspy morning voice, melting me down to my core. I was very aware of my flimsy pajama top and tiny soft flannel shorts that made me inadequately dressed. His gaze was enough to arouse me. I was acutely aware of my taut, pebbly n*****s that stuck out through my top, as it was the only thing covering me. I regretted removing my bra last night before sleeping.
“Good morning, Stefan. What are you doing in my bed?” I tried to snap at him angrily but failed.
“I couldn’t sleep.” He kissed me on my earlobe, his lips tenderly grazing the skin. A tremor went down my body at his feather-soft touch. His lips moved down to the sweet spot on my neck. A moan escaped me. He embedded his face into my hair, inh
