Chapter 170: The Perfect Weekend

This might be the best day of my bloody life. The feel of her skin next to mine is enough to keep my arousal peeked. Her leg is wrapped across my waist and her hand is drawing patterns on my chest. Her head is resting on my shoulder and she's breathing so softly; I'm certain she's asleep. I've f*cked more women than I can count but none of them could compare to Clara. I'm just lying here looking up at the ceiling wondering how I got so lucky. My phone buzzes from where it is in the pocket of my joggers.

It's probably Landon. I should get up so that I can respond to the text message but I don't want to disturb her.

"You can get it you know," she whispers gently.

"I thought you were asleep."

"Not quite." She stretches before pulling away from me.

"Where are you going?" I ask her, not hiding my irritation.

"Getting your phone."