I wake up, still sat against my balcony, a kick of a boot waking me. “Dex? Come on man, we’ve got breakfast?” the familiar voice of Glenn breezed. I had a white shirt, already damp from the foggy dawn air. More banks of cloud were visible over the tree line as I smiled to myself groggily. I doubted I’ll ever be able to look at a misty morning again without imagining Kate sat on top of me. The immaculate vision of her face wracked with pleasure, honey hair damp and sticking down her shoulders as every inch of skin glistened. It was a hell of a thought and left me quickly standing up, adjusting my sweats swiftly. “Rhett, what time is it?” trying to ignore Alba’s low growl at the sight of the man who repeatedly lied to my face. One disaster at a time. “Breakfast is here now, in the rooms, first meeting in an hour in the drawing room again.” “Shit, okay then,” as I stormed inside and chomped down a piece of toast. Being outside for so long has removed the grassy scent of Kate from m
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