Chapter 135 – Morning Coffee

• The next morning Christian wakes before me and presses a sweet kiss to my cheek before he heads into the bathroom for a shower and to generally clean up. I lounge in bed for a few moments by myself, stretching out, enjoying the fact that my husband has luxurious tastes and a seriously gigantic bed.
• But then I sigh, and sit up, and hurry quickly to my room – is it my room anymore? – to pull on some quick clothing. Because I have things to do.
• I put on a pot of coffee in the kitchen and then head back into the master bedroom, where I strip the sheets off the bed. I hum to myself lightly, enjoying having a bit of busy work, and then I leave the sheets in a heap on the floor – which I would usually never, ever do.