MIRA
Gods, I wish he was dressed because my face is right back where we have started a minute ago – his naked chest!
“That’s better!”, he says lazily and adjusts my position on top of him.
“Excuse me,” I grit through my teeth, “Just what do you think you are doing?!”
“Sleeping”, he mumbles into my hair.
“Like this?!”, I gasp and try to lift up my head, but he pulls me back in immediately.
“This is the best way”, he chuckles, “Warm and smells nice.”
“Good for you!”, I retort, “But I am going to be late for breakfast!”
“So?”, he asks indifferently.
“So I am hungry! I need to get ready!”, I wine and as if to prove my point, my tummy rumbles loudly. Gods… this is embarrassing!
“I see,” Derrien signs and suddenly rolls on the bed so that my body is under his now. He
