The next morning, when I woke up, I expected Christian to be gone, but when I looked down, I found him still sleeping beside me.
"Christian! Hurry! Wake up! It's already so late in the morning!" I shook him in a panic.
Instead of jumping out of bed, like I had expected, Christian pulled me over closer to him with his strong, muscular arm.
"What's the rush? I want to spend every minute I can with you," he mumbled, wrapping his arms around me.
I felt very conflicted. A big part of me was blissfully happy that Christian wanted to be around me as much as I wanted to be around him, but I knew that the chances of us being caught grew exponentially with every passing moment.
"The maid will be here any minute to announce breakfast," I said nervously.
I heard Christian let out a deep sigh, mumbling something under his breath.
He sat up and shifted himself so that he was leaning over on top of me.
