Chapter 58

• Food! Food! Food! Lisa was chanting in my head. I sharpened my sense of smell and caught a strong whiff of toast and bacon. When I opened my eyes, William was sitting at the edge of the bed, looking at me with a breakfast tray in his hands.
• “Good morning! I made breakfast,” he said, his lips curling into a seductive smile. It took me a second to sit up and process the memories from last night.
• “Good morning,” I replied shyly.