Chapter 191 Kip

• Kip
• When I wake, the sun is just coming up, filling the room with a white-gold light. I stretch and yawn, and then, as the memories from last night come flooding back, roll onto my side to face the woman who’s sharing my bed.
• She’s still asleep, lying on her tummy, cheek pressed against the pillow. The sun has cast her pale skin in a rosy flush, and her blonde hair, while messy in its untidy bun, shines like gold thread.