January 2018
"There's my gorgeous fiancée," Trent said. He walked into his room, closing the door softly behind him, and sauntered toward me. "I was starting to think you were going to sleep the day away."
I stretched my arms over my head and let out a satisfied groan. "Yeah, well, someone kept me up all night," I said, glaring at him with fake annoyance.
He kneeled over me on the bed and grinned. "I hope you're not waiting for an apology for that," he said.
"What time is it anyway?" I asked.
"Almost ten."
I laughed. "That's not half the day."
"Mm-hmm." His eyes sparkled, and my heart fluttered in response. "Everyone else is already awake. Jax made breakfast."
"Did he make French toast?" My stomach grumbled just thinking about it.
"Yes." Trent's grin widened as if he found me highly amusing. Such a good mood was a rare thing for him, but I loved every second of it.
"Well, I'll definitely get out of bed for that," I said, smirking.