My phone rang at eight o’clock Saturday morning. I pulled my comforter over my head. “Go away,” I mumbled into my pillowcase. It could be Chay. I snatched the phone off the table. “Hello?” My voice was still raspy from sleep. “Good morning, beautiful.” His voice sounded like decadent chocolate drizzled over plump, ripe strawberries. So very sexy. “You’re up already? You know, we actually get to sleep in on Saturday mornings.” I stretched in the warmth of my bed. “I want to see you.” “When?” I tried to hold back a yawn. “Now.” I laughed. “Now? Are you kidding?” The phone disconnected, and the doorbell rang. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I bounded down the stairs. I opened the door and there he stood. Tall, ripped, and every girl’s dream of handsome.
