Morning comes quick. I wake up, still laying against him. We're both sweaty from touching. I gently move over, trying not to wake him up. It's 9:30am, the sun shining bright through the balcony door.
My meeting is at 1pm, after lunch for everyone joining me. I find some clothes to throw on and sneak out of the room ever so quietly to grab some breakfast. The door latches behind me, and I walk down the hall to the breakfast room.
I grab a few blueberry muffins and two glasses of milk.
I make my way back, opening the door gently still trying to not wake him. Despite my effort, he's sitting up on the bed when I walk back in.
"Good morning." He smiles, as I sit down the tray on the table.
"Good morning." I respond, walking over him, kissing him lightly.
"Are you hungry?" I ask.
"Starving, last night drained me." He said, putting his boxers on.
"Literally." I say, grinning.
"Smart ass." He says, smacking my ass.
We eat and I check some emails while he's in the shower. I haven't touched my laptop since I checked into the hotel three days ago. Nothing too important, just reminders about the meeting and some clients I need to contact at some point within the next week.
Not being able to help myself, I walk in the bathroom. It's steamy and hot, he must have the water scolding.
"How you doing in there?" I ask, getting ready to brush my teeth.
