The lines between what you and Ford were, are blurry and frankly confusing. Boss and his business manager, worlds hottest billionaire and a city girl, brothers best friend and best friends sister, childhood frenemies. Whatever you two had could not be labelled. But what was clear to both of you is that you were his and he was yours. You two could not be apart from each other, it could be years, days, and you'd still find your way back to each other. Today you woke up in Fords bed, clad in his shirt. His daughter Cora, is probably sound asleep down the hall. You can smell the faint scent of sandalwood, and him everywhere around you. His arm is draped over your stomach, essentially holding you in place. You can feel him smile against your neck when you shift you head away from the sunlight that is pouring in through the curtains.