Annabelle's POV

"Good morning sweetheart. You're wasting your energy, you know," he said in a sexy, raspy morning voice melting me down to my core. I was very aware of my flimsy pajama top, and tiny soft flannel shorts. It seemed that I wasn't adequately dressed. His gaze was enough to arouse me. I was acutely aware of my taut, pebbly peaks that stuck out through my top, as it was the only thing covering me. I regretted removing my bra last night before sleeping.

"Good morning Stefan. What are you doing on my bed?" I tried to snap at him angrily but failed.

"I couldn't sleep, " he said...