*Lucas*

The next morning we were tangled up in the bed sheets together. I held Sasha to me, her back pressed comfortingly into my chest and her hips tucked and curved against mine.

When she woke up, she tried to move but I held her fast.

“I need to wash up,” she giggled while giving me a hug.

“I’ll go with you,” I teased, kissing her neck.

“We still have a lot to discuss with your mother,” she said and I felt my grip ...