Olivia’s POV

I could barely sleep last night. I pitied Andre. My tossing and turning must have kept him up. The sun finally rose over the horizon and was greeted by the twittering of birds. I rolled over and looked at André. His eyes were shut and he grimaced slightly in his sleep. A bad dream?

I continued to watch him and soon his eyes fluttered open. His frown turned into a smile and he reached out and stroked my face lovingly.

“Good morning Beautiful. You are up early.”

I took his ...