The next morning, Cammy stirred beneath the soft sheets, her limbs tangled in the warm mess of blankets and leftover passion. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, and a smile stretched across her lips even before her gaze landed on the man standing near the window—shirtless, sun-kissed, and holding a tray.
The smell hit her first—rich, dark coffee and the sweet, buttery scent of cinnamon rolls fresh from the oven.
She blinked, sitting up slowly as Greg turned toward her, the softest smile on his face.
"Morning, beautiful," he said, walking over with the tray in hand.
Cammy let out a small laugh. "You're trying to seduce me all over again, aren't you?"
He smirked, setting the tray on her lap. "Wouldn't call it trying." He leaned down to brush a soft kiss on her forehead. "Eat, babe. You're going to need energy later."
