Next Day
“Theo.” Kieran’s whisper pulls me out of my sleep. I burrow deeper into his embrace, unwilling to wake up. When I encounter fabric against my back instead of warm, naked skin, I wrinkle my nose.
“Why are you dressed?” I mumble. “What time is it anyway?”
“Seven.”
“In the morning?”
He chuckles. “Yes, of course.”
I groan. “Take off those clothes and stay in bed.” I wiggle my butt to entice him.
“Theodore.” His voice is rumbly in my ear and sends a shiver down my spine. I grope for his hand, and when I find it, I pull it around me. He splays his fingers on my lower belly. I hum, and my eyelids fall closed.
“Baby, I have to leave,” he says.
“Why? Where are you going?”
“To my parents.”
My eyes open and I twist in his arms. I throw my leg over his thigh, fling my arm around hi
