C169 Six months and counting

“Selena.” I hear a deep throat masculine voice calling out softly yet strongly for me.

I open my eyes and squint against the glare.

“Love, did you sleep out here?” Hunter is asking me. I look around and notice I'm still on the lounge chair.

“How long have you been here?” I ask, checking the clock on my cellphone.

“I think fifteen minutes. You can't sleep here. It’s very uncomfortable