I wake uncharacteristically late the next morning. I feel warmth against my chest, and instinctively I pull it closer. I can smell something exotic and enticing; I breathe it in.
Open my eyes to glance at the alarm clock, I'm surprised to see it's past nine. That's when I notice that there is a girl in my arms. I recognise her instantly; Aurora.
F*ck - I let her stay.
I feel a sense of dread at the idea that she will now expect more. Accompanying that dread is the fear that perhaps she won't expect anything. I'm not sure which is worse.
My phone rings and I am glad to have something to distract me from my thoughts. I answer it as I climb out of bed, taking care not to wake her.
"Landon Peters," I answer.
"Mr Peters," it's my assistant Lisa, "your father called this morning. He says
