15

Callum

“Do you have any coffee?” Nessa asks, her sweet voice pulling me from sleep.

I peel my forearm away from my eyes, squinting them open to look up at her. She’s bouncing on the bed on her knees beside me, clad only in those little red panties and one of my old t-shirts. She looks sexy as sin with her bedraggled hair and sleepy eyes, the hem of my shirt sweeping the tops of her bronze thighs.

How the fuck is it possible that she looks this good first thing in the morning?

“Top shelf of the cabinet next to the fridge,” I grumble, licking my lips as my hungry gaze traverses her body.

“Thanks!” she chirps, leaning in to give me a peck on the cheek before shuffling off the bed and padding out of the room. My eyes linger on her bare legs until she disappears through the doorway, heading down the hall and to the kitchen.

I blow out a breath and tuck my arms behind my head, my mind conjuring up memories of last night as I hear the coffee start to brew. The little cries of pleasure that