About forty-five minutes later, after Gabe exerted some effort into showing me one of the occasions it was good he was bossy, I was a human noodle, and he was rejoining me in bed after cleanup part two.
“Sleep,” he grunted.
“Awright,” I mumbled, so sexed out, I was unable to fully enunciate.
Gabe chuckled.
I fell asleep.
TWENTY
JOB DESCRIPTION
The next morning, I woke with Gabe’s hand on my belly.
And him calling, “Baby, time to hit it.”
I opened my eyes.
He was standing beside the bed.
I was groggy.
Though, I wasn’t so groggy I didn’t comprehend that I preferred that face, beard, body, and the man they all belonged to in my bed, not standing beside it.
He was grinning massively.
“Whad dime iz id?” I mumbled.
I wouldn’t think his grin could get bigger, but it did when I mumbled that.
He then said, “It’s five to four.”
What human in their right mind would be standing beside a bed, awake and alert at five to four, and do this smiling massively?
Concerned I’d woken up in an episode of Black Mirror, I pushed up on my elbows and shoved the sleep from my brain (well, most of it, again, it was five to four).
“Why are you grinning?” I asked.
“Look at you.”
I gazed down at myself.
We slept in the nude (though, Gabe had his boxer briefs on now).
I wasn’t a nude sleeper.
I had no issue being that with Gabe.
But the covers were up over my breasts, and other than that, it was just my body in my bed hitting my eyes.
I turned back to look up at him, bewildered.
“You’re on your back,” he stated.
“And?” I pushed.
“I woke up with you sprawled beside me, taking up most of the bed.”
