Leah's POV

The second morning of our marriage began with me being lazy to get up. I rolled over, only to meet Alex’s amused gaze as he balanced a tray in his hand.

"Room service," he announced with mock formality, grinning.

I laughed, sitting up slowly, the silk sheets sliding off my shoulders. "What’s on the menu today, sir?"

He set the tray on the bed. "Leftover croissants, slightly burnt toast, and orange juice with extra pulp. All served by your ridiculously handsome ...