I had a queen, so me sprawling would mean I did, indeed, take up most of the bed.
“Dang, I’m sorry,” I muttered, moving to get out from under the covers so I could face the day (guh).
I didn’t get very far because, suddenly, Gabe’s face was in my face and his fists were in the bed on either side of me, and as such, he had my full attention.
“Not curled in a ball, protecting yourself from the world. Sprawled beside me,” he whispered.
Oh…
Wow.
“Cute as fuck when you’re all curled up, tucked against me,” he stated. “But I’ll take you sprawled and feeling safe at my side any fuckin’ day.”
Answer to previously asked question: Yes.
Yes, this man could get more awesome.
Yes, My Heart clucked happily. He can.
Yes, Dreamer chimed in. He can in a way that, even if you have a lifetime of him, you’ll never reach the end of that.
Swimming joyfully in that knowledge, he bent and touched his nose to mine before he straightened away and walked out of the room, saying, “Now, get your ass up. Time to shower.”
He needed speak no more words.
Fuck five ’til four.
A shower with Gabe on the agenda?
I was out of bed like a shot.
Gabe walked by the door while I was in the bathroom, post shower, wearing my short, sage-green-with-pretty-peach-flowers robe along with panties.
And I was bent over the sink doing my makeup.
Seeing him out of the corners of my eyes, I turned my head and gave him a smile.
He stopped and walked into the bathroom.
Since he was only wearing his jeans, and prolonged retinal exposure to his chest might make me late for work due to a visit to the emergency room, with grave effort, I went back to my makeup. I did this making a mental note to warn him to start wearing a shirt more often, or I was going to chain him to my bed and make him my boytoy.
I forgot I was even holding a shading brush when his hand came to rest on my hip.
My eyes went to him in the mirror to see his eyes riveted to my ass.
Then his hand slid over my hip to my ass.
Oh my.
He engaged the other one, both went down, then up, taking the hem of my robe with them and exposing my panties.
Oh my.
We’d just had a quickie in the shower not twenty minutes ago.
But I guess Gabe wasn’t done.
I locked my legs to remain standing and decided it would be okay to be late for work.
