Hours later I woke when the bed beside me dipped under an unexpected weight. “You waking up, Pippi?” a deep timbre voice asked gently, pulling me from my dreams.
I didn’t have to open my eyes to know it was Spencer. I could smell his musky, masculine scent and feel the warmth radiating from him. “No,” I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep.
“So you’re not coming?”
“No,” I replied as I wiggled down further under the blankets but I was unable to hide the smile that had crept unexpectedly across my face.
“Okay then.”
I was shocked. I’d never known Spencer to give up so easily. The bed rose again as he stood up and I heard bustling about and I assumed he’d head back out the door. Now I was awake, reality came crashing back. I had to go home today. That meant dragging my weary, aching body from the warmth of the bed and getting my shit together. It was time I started thinking about driving home…something I was most definitely not looking forward to.
Stretching out, my aching body cracked and creaked and groaned as it protested my every movement. In a sadistic way it felt great at the same time. A blast of cool air on my back, however did not feel so good. As quickly as it had come it vanished, replaced by a warm body sliding in behind me.
“Spencer…” I warned.
“Shh, Pippi. Go back to sleep, it’s still early,” he whispered into my ear as his warm breath caressed my neck, leaving every tiny hair standing to attention.
I wanted to protest but the words stuck in my throat. When he wiggled an arm under my neck and pulled me in close against his body, the fight evaporated instantly. Instead I let my whole body relax and go limp as I drifted off to sleep.
