It had been a long night for both Cammy and Greg, but despite the lack of sleep, Greg was up early, even on a Saturday. Waking early had become second nature to him, but this time, he had a special reason—he'd decided the night before to surprise Cammy with breakfast.
'That 'pretender' isn't the only one who can whip up gourmet dishes,' Greg thought referring to Ric, lying on his side and watching Cammy sleep peacefully. 'I'm sure she'll love my cooking too.'
With a tender smile, he gently brushed a few stray strands of hair from her forehead. Waking up next to her filled him with blissful contentment, a stark contrast to their unruly first meeting.
Last night, however, had been different. Sleep had eluded him—not because of their usual conflicts, but out of fear that Cammy might hide from him again or ask him to leave her apartment. Thankfully, none of those fears came true. Now, here he was, mesmerized by her angelic, sleeping face.
