"You look like you slept well," Nathaniel cooed.

Chloe, who had been stretching because it felt so pleasurable, snapped her head towards him, and she noticed signs of lack of sleep under his eyes.

"Didn't you sleep?"

"You kept kicking me for some reason." He grunted as he got one of his legs off the small bed. "What kind of dream were you having?" His stern voice was back. "You kept screaming about being some kind of secret agent, pretending to be holding a gun and all that shit. "

Chloe, who ...