His expression changed.
My nipples got hard.
He locked the front door.
I bit my lip.
He tossed me over his shoulder.
And…okay.
I’d give it to him.
I dug him a whole lot more than a little bit.
And half an hour later, I dug him even more.
TWENTY-FOUR
ALL GOOD
I woke.
It was still dark.
I was sprawled on my back.
I turned my head.
My man was turned toward me, on his side, with an arm slung across my stomach.
He had a king.
I could be free and breezy in a king.
And I was.
There was something to say about being curled up like a cat, tucked up close to your guy.
Strangely, I preferred this.
I noticed from Gabe’s bedside clock I still had an hour to sleep.
And there was something to say about other sleeping positions too.
I rolled toward him, his arm tensed as I did, pulling me closer, but once I got in position of cuddled up front to front, it relaxed.
Mm.
Gabe pulled me closer in sleep.
I smiled.
Then I drifted away.
My Friday started out promising.
I woke up next to Gabe (not sprawled, still cozied up in each other arms, le sigh).
