When Sally woke up the next time it felt like her lucky day. Drake was fast asleep, making the cutest little panting noises. While she could, she managed to slip into the bathroom and start a shower. There was no way he was getting in the way of her taking a moment to do a complete change of her appearance. Aquos’s mirror was great, but there was no way it was enough.
She was blow-drying her hair when he confronted her. The fierce look in his eyes did little to scare her. “What?”
“You were supposed to be resting.”
“I’m resting better knowing I’m clean and my hair’s pretty.”
“Your hair is always pretty,” he snapped at her. Without a word, he snatched the dryer out of her hands and turned it off. Picking her up, Sally wrapped her arms around his neck with a small sigh. “I wasn’t done yet.”