Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 480

The next morning dawned bright and early.

Half-asleep, I turned over, and my hand brushed against something unexpected. No, not something—someone.

I jolted awake to find myself wrapped in someone's arms, and the owner of those arms was gazing at me with such tenderness, as if trying to pour all his gentleness into the look. "Awake?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse, raspy from sleep.

Memories of last night slowly pieced together, and I felt a flush of embarrassment. Yet, I boldly wrapped my arms around him, snuggling closer into his embrace with a defiant whimper, "Nope, still wanna sleep."

That sleep was the deepest slumber I had had in ages. Completely peaceful, without a single dream.

Gregory raised an eyebrow, his tone lazy. "A sleepyhead, huh?"

"I'm all yours," I replied, nuzzling against his chest. The crisp scent of mint somehow felt revitalizing.

He chuckled softly, "Calling me a sleepy pig?"

"Not at all." I looked up to place a kiss on his chiseled jawline. "I meant, I belong to you."

I was totally, completely his.

Gregory paused for a moment, then leaned in for a deep kiss, overpowering me until my body went limp, and I playfully protested, "Stop, stop, stop..."

My protest was cut short as I felt something hard and hot press against me. Just like last night. Yet, my face instantly flamed up, and I scrambled out of his embrace, "I-I should check on Ike! He must be awake by now!"

Last night, he wouldn't let me leave. Ike was left in the care of Christine Jackson. They got along surprisingly well. When I called, Ike assured me right next to her, "Auntie, don't worry! Ike will listen to Christine, you go enjoy your couple's time!"

Now, Gregory's brown eyes watched me, a laugh in his voice, "Just lighting fires, huh?"

"What else!" I dashed into the walk-in closet to change quickly, "I'm heading back first."

"Wait for me a few minutes."

Gregory, resigned, grabbed a T-shirt and cargo pants, dressed quickly after a swift wash, and then pulled me along upstairs.

In the elevator, I couldn't help but stare at his face. Just a splash of water, and his skin looked flawless?

Gregory's eyes crinkled, "What's with the look, planning to kiss me in broad daylight?"

Rogue. My gaze flickered to the camera above, remembering his antics from the night before, and I glared at him. "Who's kissing you?"

Before I could finish, he planted a kiss on my forehead, "Grump, if you won't kiss me, then I'll kiss you."