Olivia stood outside the ballroom doors, her nerves already twisting into a Christmas light mess. The nap did her good, and she was able to relax while she dressed for the evening. Patrick even stayed with her, the two of them getting dressed after waking up in a tangle of arms that ended with both of them needing a shower, which they took together, of course. She had missed his hands on her body. She didn’t realize how much until he was standing in the shower, running them over her flesh. He kissed her at the door of her room and then went to his own for the finishing touches to his night’s attire. She watched him close the door, a smile on her face and a soreness between her legs. She loved naps with Patrick.