Billie Bob Jones
I did not understand why I was suddenly so warm when I woke up. In fact I did not understand why I could barely move my body. It was not like I had much physical activity yesterday for my body to feel so weighed down in the first place. The sheets were not that heavy either.
I opened my eyes to the still dim room despite the morning sun and looked at my surroundings. That was when I remembered I was not in Bloom anymore but Benedito's penthouse in New York. With a large yawn I looked down and my heart almost jumped out of my chest when a strong fully tattooed tan arm was thrown over my waist and held my body possessively to a warm chest.
Over my legs was an even heavier leg and I wanted to groan in frustration. Somehow throughout the night Dito had somehow spooned me. I wanted to complain but for once the man was not in the wrong. The side of the bed I occupied earlier was completely empty and somehow I had snuggled my way to the billionaire.
