#Chapter 168 – Early mornings

I wake up far earlier than Christian does. Or, well. Perhaps “wake up” is a loose term here, as I’m not sure that I actually ever fell asleep. But there comes a point when the windows shift from black to the dark, eerie blue of dawn and I know that sleep has eluded me for the entire night. So I sigh and, as quietly as I can, I slip out from beneath Christian’s arm and out of the bed. I move to the closet and pull his gigantic robe over the basketball shorts and t-shirt that I’ve been sleeping in, as I am again in a new place without my wardrobe. I tie the robe in a tight knot around my waist and tiptoe for the door, heading for the kitchen, wanting coffee and the distraction that making it will provide. I slide quietly from the room and pull the door shut behind me, pleased with myself for being able to get out without waking my husband, wanting him to get as much sleep as he can. A little smile is still on my lips as I start quietly down the hall, absently heading for the stair