Chapter 177 – Cup Of Coffee
- The next morning I wake up in Christian’s arms, my head nestled warm against his chest. But even if I am incredibly cozy here with my husband, my stomach growls deeply, letting me know that it has plans beyond me continuing to lay here.
- I sigh, closing my eyes, trying very hard to ignore it.
- But it turns over again, a loud, demanding noise that turns into a gnawing ache.