Dawson woke to the sweet angelic sound of Brook singingin the shower. He grinned contently. He rolled over onto his back and stared upat the ceiling. He had missed waking up to that sweet sound. He was not normally a morning person, and he usually hated people that were. Those chipper happy go luckyaggravating people that were pumped full of insane amounts of energy at sevenin the morning after being up late the night before. Brook was one of thosepeople, and yet her smiling face and chippertone did not seem to bother him at all. He found her wonderfully enchanting.
Thewater turned off, and he heard the dooropen as Brook came out with a little white towel wrapped around her. Dawson satup in bed and smiled at her. She looked sinfully delicious with her wet hairhanging down her back. “What
