Christopher's POV
The latest issue of Variety spread across my lap as I caught the rich aroma of fresh coffee wafting from the kitchen.
Olivia moved with a natural grace, her silk robe swishing against her thighs as she worked the expensive espresso machine I'd installed last month.
The morning sun caught her hair just right, creating a golden halo effect that dried my mouth.
"Here's your coffee, exactly how you like it." She placed the steaming cup on the side table and settled beside me on the leather couch, tucking her legs underneath her. Her shoulder brushed against mine, sending a spark through my body.
"You know what?" I set the magazine aside, picking up the coffee. "Harrison called last night after you fell asleep. Showed me some of the footage they've cut together."
Her eyes lit up. "Really? What did he say? How does it look?"