“Do you think you can sleep now, caro?”
My entire body had melted into the mattress.
Pretty sure sleeping wasn't going to be a problem.
* * * *
Morning came a lot earlier than I would have liked. If I could have ignored the bright ball of light shining down into my room through the window, I would have. I was perfectly comfortable being squished by two hundred and fifty pounds of Italian hotness.
Then there was that pesky pounding on our bedroom door.
Whoever it was needed to die.
“Make it go away.”
Sal's deep chuckle made my back rumble. “I'll take care of it, love.”
“Come back.”
I'd make it an order if I had to.
“I won't be long,” Sal said as he rolled off of me and got out of bed.
Who would have ever thought I'd grow to crave being slept on? Pulled half under Sal with his leg thrown over me and his arms keeping me pressed tightly to his chest? I actually didn't sleep well unless Sal was sleeping on me like that.
Wouldn't trade it for the world.
I heard voices mumbling, but I was too tired to eavesdrop. I just wanted them to go away so Sal could come back to bed.
When the mattress dipped and I felt Sal's warm body start to press up against mine once again, I smiled. He had listened well.
“Time to get up, Lany.”
No!
“I don't wanna.”
Sal brushed the hair back from my face before saying, “You can stay sleeping if you want to, but people have arrived, and it's time to get back to work.”
I grabbed Sal's arm and tugged it around me. “Make them go home.”
“I would if I could, caro, but I can't. Mrs. Martinez is already making them breakfast.”
I groaned as I rolled onto my back. “You'd better make this up to me.”
Sal grinned. “Deal.”
I groaned again as Sal climbed off the bed and I followed him. It had been ten very long days since we'd slept in the same bed, and I wanted to savor every second of us being back together.
I did not want to engage my brain.
“Shower or clothes, Lany?” Sal asked as he pulled a pair of jeans up his legs.
“Well, I smell like you, so clothes.” What sane person would wash away Sal's cinnamon and whiskey scent?
Sal tossed me a clean T-shirt, one of my oversized sweaters, a pair of faded jeans, and wool socks. I smiled as I began pulling them on. It was nice that he knew what I liked to wear. Guess that came from almost fourteen years of being together.
Once I was dressed, Sal picked me up with his arms wrapped around my thighs and simply carried me out of the room, down the hallway, and then down the stairs. I could hear the low murmur of voices before we even reached the dining room.
