The sun had barely brightened the sky into a deep blue when Catherine woke to a familiar sensation.
A warm hand was resting on her breast.
Again.
She blinked sleepily, turned her head, and found Maximilian lying beside her with his eyes half-lidded, looking for all the world as though he were still asleep.
Catherine stared at him for several seconds. Then she slapped his arm. "What is your fascination with boobs?"
Maximilian's eyes opened. "Your boobs," he corrected. "My fascination is with your pretty boobs."
Catherine rolled her eyes, though she was fighting a smile. She had expected to be annoyed. Instead, she was mostly curious.
"I've heard that when men wake up from unconsciousness, they instinctively reach for their crotch," she said. "But you? Guess what you reached for?"
"My precious balls are right here."
His hand gave her another playful squeeze. Catherine burst into laughter and smacked his shoulder.
