The early morning sun filtering through the thin curtains illuminated a cheery colorful living room. He was on an unfamiliar couch, and Brooke’s warm thigh was still underneath his head. She breathed softly above him. He relaxed as peace and rightness seeped to his bones. His head was completely clear, his mind alert. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep on her couch, but being with her had felt so perfect he’d just slipped off. Interior decorator, huh? He could help with that, though he wouldn’t give her the money to fund the business. She’d slap him and refuse to see him ever again. But there were other things he could do. It was an enormous effort to get up, leave the comfort of Brooke’s lap, but he did it. He rooted around and found some paper and a pen, then wrote her a short note. Sorry I have to go—gotta get to work. I’ll call you tonight. P As he placed the piece of paper on the coffee table, Brooke curled up sideways, her hair covering her forehead and temples. She looked so adorable and sexy.
