The morning sun shone through the windows as Lyvana woke up. Julian's arm was wrapped possessively around her waist, holding her close.
Lyvana tried to sit up, but Julian's grip only tightened. He pulled her back against his chest, tucking his face into the crook of her neck.
"Five more minutes," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
Lyvana chuckled.
"Julian, I have to get ready for work," she whispered, though she didn't fight him very hard.
"Work can wait," he murmured. He didn't open his eyes.
Lyvana laughed. "You're ridiculous."
Julian finally opened his eyes. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, then her jaw, before looking directly into her eyes.
"I want you to move to the penthouse," he said.
Lyvana sat up slowly, pulling the sheets with her. "No, that is a very bad idea. You are still married to Catalina. It will cause too much trouble."
Julian didn't look worried at all. "I will be divorced before the day is over."
