#Chapter 114 – No More Hands

“Hey,” I protest, smiling up at Kent as he brushes a thumb against the underside of my breast. “I thought you wanted me to get up?” “I wanted you to wake up,” he replies, sighing a little contented breath through his nose. “Out of bed is…harder.” “Fine by me,” I murmur, turning my face up towards his, but Kent sighs and loosens his grip around me. “No,” he says, shaking his head and groaning as he moves away from me. “I’m already two hours late. If I get started doing what I actually want to do this morning, we won’t make it to breakfast until eight.” “Fine,” I sigh, watching him get up with a little pout. “But then I demand coffee,” I quip, looking around again for this miraculous coffee machine while I wrap the sheets around my chest, a little cold and not wanting to be quite as naked as I am right now if nothing is going to come of it. “Where is it?” Kent stands up from the bed and I bite my lip and grin a little as I watch him cross the room in nothing but his tight litt