THOMAS
Hannah shifts in her sleep, her legs intertwined with mine under the sheets. Arson is at our feet, snoring loudly. I’ve been awake for probably an hour now, completely unwilling to move.
Last night was… indescribable. It was perfect. Everything I dreamed of. She gave a piece of herself to me, trusted me with it, and for that, I will be forever grateful. If I wasn’t sure of it, I am now. I love her. She’s completely wrapped into my soul, and I know she’s not ready for me to proclaim my love for her yet, but I will soon. Hopefully soon, we will be going home, and then we can start our lives as normal, together.
She moans, stretching her body as she slowly wakes.
“Morning, freckles,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss her cheek.
“Mmm, morning,” she replies, stretching her arms up above her head. We’re both still naked, and her breasts pop out from the sheets, giving me a wonderful view.
“How do you feel?” I ask, gently wrapping my arms around her body. “Are you sore?”
She shakes her head. “My muscles are a bit sore, but not bad.”
“Good,” I reply, kissing her shoulder. She leans into my touch, letting out a relieved sigh. “What are you going to do today?”
Hannah sighs. “I think Ron and Dottie’s son is coming today, isn’t he?”
“Oh man, you’re right.” I’d completely forgotten about that. “I wonder what time. Ron wanted us to meet him, and have dinner with them.”
Hannah yawns, rubbing her eyes as she wakes up a bit more. She tries to squirm away from me, but I pull her back into my chest. “We can lay here for a bit longer,” I reply.
“I told Dottie I would help her get things ready. Do you know what time it is?” Hannah asks, successfully pulling away from me this time. I watch as the blankets fall from her naked body, revealing her perfect skin to me. I reach over, grabbing my glasses from the bedside table so I can thoroughly look at her. She pulls her hair off her shoulder and reveals a small hickey on her right shoulder.
“Oops,” I murmur, my smile growing as she turns to face me. Her nipples are pebbled in the cool air, and she bends down to grab a blanket, yanking it from the bed to cover herself when she notices my gaze. My cheeks heat and my dick twitches, thickening under the sheet still covering me.
“What?” she asks, her blue eyes darting up and down my body.
I chuckle. “Let's just say, you might want to wear a t-shirt today.” I gesture to her right shoulder.
She glances down, pushing her hair out of the way. “Thomas!” she shouts, rubbing at her shoulder as if that will make the hickey disappear.
“Sorry, freckles,” I say, shrugging my shoulders. “Couldn’t help myself.” I lean back, my hands twined behind my head as she digs through her things to find an outfit. Arson hops off the bed to see what she’s doing, and she scruffs behind his ears for a moment before continuing to dig through her things.
She throws a few things over her arm before glancing at me. “Are you going to come with me?” she questions.
I nod, letting my gaze roam over her. “I’m enjoying the view.”
Hannah blushes a deep red, smiling as she turns to head down the stairs. “I’m going to shower.”
“Be down in a minute,” I call, watching her ass as she descends the stairs.
39
HANNAH
My hands tremble as I scoop another dollop of batter into the muffin tin. Ron and Dottie’s son will be here any minute, and to say I’m anxious would be putting it lightly. I mean, Thomas and I have invaded his childhood home, and the cottage is where he typically stays when we come to visit.
Thomas is outside with Ron, helping him with some yard work while I help Dottie in the kitchen. The beeping of the oven pre-heating pulls me out of my thoughts, and I finish scooping the last dollop of batter into the tin. I put the muffins into the oven, setting the dial timer on the counter to twenty minutes.
“Hannah, dear,” Dottie calls from the kitchen sink. “Can you start a pot of coffee? He should be here any minute.”
“Sure thing,” I reply, wiping my hands on my apron.
The front door opens, and I hear the familiar tippy-taps of Arson’s footsteps into the house. He rushes over to me, rubbing his face across my thighs. “Hey buddy,” I greet. Myhands still have some batter on them, so I don’t give him any pets yet.
He follows me as I step in beside Dottie, washing my hands and filling the pot with water from the sink. Once the pot starts brewing, I squat down, taking Arson’s face between my palms and giving him some love. He licks my face, surely finding some batter there. “Where’s your dad?” I ask, not seeing Thomas near.
