*Harper*

I blinked my eyes open when the sun came through the massive penthouse window. I stretched happily and rolled over, my face colliding with a bare chest. Oliver grunted and wrapped his arms around me.

“Morning,” he muttered.

“How are you?” I asked, giggling and nuzzling my nose against him.

“Hungry,” he said. “How about you?”

“I’m starving. I really worked up an appetite last night,” I said, laughing again. ...