Jack
I was determined that there would be no awkward morning after with Robyn. At least not while we were still at the hotel.
I woke up early, tangled in Robyn’s legs and a bit of her hair. It was still dark outside, but I knew that if Robyn was true to form, she’d be awake as soon as the sun blushed the horizon. I took a moment to stare at her, in all her natural, beautiful glory, and just wonder at how fate had dropped this angel right into our laps.
I slipped out of bed, rather reluctant to leave her warmth, but I had things to do before she woke up. I knew she wasn’t a big breakfast eater, but maybe she had worked up an appetite during the night. And if she hadn’t, I certainly had, so nothing would go to waste. I made a call to a very sleepy-sounding concierge, and then went a
