Escaping Responsibilities Part 1

Michael Reyes awoke to the soft morning light streaming through the curtains of his luxurious suite. He stretched, expecting to feel Bridget beside him, but the bed was empty. Frowning, he sat up, glancing around the room. Her absence was unexpected.

He quickly got out of bed, the cool floor beneath his feet jolting him awake. He reached for a robe and slipped it on before heading towards the living room. As he approached, the faint smell of cooking reached his nose, mingling with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

There, in the open kitchen area, stood Bridget. She wore one of his shirts, buttoned up just enough to maintain some modesty, but her long, slender legs were on full display. The sight of her cooking, so effortlessly beautiful and at ease, made Michael's heart swell with affection.