Chapter 8 The First Morning

 My eyes slowly flutter open, and I look around, Samantha is sitting on the floor with her legs under the coffee table, some files and paperwork are spread out on the table and she is looking through them and taking notes. The TV is on and occasionally, she stops working and looks at the screen. I look at the TV, not recognizing the show but a couple of the characters are also hanging on her wall so it must be one she enjoys. Too bad the show is in a language I do not understand.

My mate has not realized I am awake yet, so I take the opportunity to just watch her quietly. Her face is scrunched up as she is deep in thought. She is wearing jeans and a forest green top; her green ribbon has tied her hair back into a low ponytail and she is again wearing her brown gloves. After a few minutes she stops and stretches her arms up and arches her back and I can’t help but stare at her chest. My face goes flush as I can feel my heart sped up. I’m almost c