Chapter 130: Carla

Carla poured a cup of coffee then tucked her laptop under her arm and climbed upstairs to Ashton's room and let herself in. The window shade was still down, plunging the room into darkness.

"How long are you going to stay in bed?" She picked her way across the room, mindful to not trip over his mess.

"Until you give me that coffee." Ashton's voice was a low rumble from the mound of blankets.

"Well, good morning to you, too." She found the dresser by feel and set the laptop and her phone down.

That done, she turned toward the bed. Her eyesight was more or less adjusted. She slid her feet out of her flats and crawled up to brace her back against the headboard.

A hand groped her knee then her thigh.

She laughed and guided him to the cup and released it into his hold.

Ashton sat up and gulped the coffee greedily.

On a normal day, she was up early, tidied up from the night before, made coffee and got breakfast going. At some point, usually Jared, would ping her that they wer