21
Cade
By the time morning came, Cade was sore and exhausted—yet it was still almost impossible to pry himself from her arms.
“Do you really have to go?” Lily murmured, sleepy, into the pillow.
“Unfortunately,” he said. “I have a day full of all kinds of things you’ll be jealous of.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Like what?”
“Oh, like go to therapy. Go home and put on some clean clothes. Wash the dishes.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Sounds like a blast.”
“Besides, don’t you work today?”
“Yeah, the evening shift. And trust me, all anybody orders during that shift are slices of cake and espresso. Not exactly the most challenging of jobs.”
He leaned down and kissed her. “I’m sure you’ll still knock it out of the park.”
Lily buried herself further into the blankets while he stood up and pull
