Bailey turned over in bed, pressing herself against Zack's muscular body. She wondered if she'd ever get used to the joy of being with him. Of waking up with him every day and going to sleep with him every night.

"I don't think I'm ready to get up yet," Zack murmured, stroking her back with gentle fingers. "But I suppose we can't stay in bed forever."

"Who says?" Bailey teased.

"How about the man who wants your body twenty-four seven?"

"Oh." She giggled. ...