Chapter One-Forty-Nine: Seven in the Morning

The brightness in the cold room wakes me.

If it wasn’t for the hardness of the floor and the numbness of my thighs, I might have forgotten where we were.

“Shit.”

My curse is barely audible in my groggy state.

I can’t believe we fell asleep in someone’s restaurant.

Is this even allowed, or does royalty have a pass to halt someone’s business?

The weight on my thighs pins me in place; as romantic as it is to have him lie on me, it is quite stiffening for it to be through the night.

My muscles cramped twice, and I had to find creative ways to stretch without waking him because, unfortunately, he even sleeps beautifully.

Ugh, it must be my weakness for beautiful people that helped me restrain my urge to kick him awake.

A soft groan leaves his lips before he turns away from me to rest on the tablecloth covering the floor, relieving my muscles from his weight.

My stretch is fast and, let’s face it, the best part of the morning. I want to watch him wake up and converse with him brief