My demons don’t exist out there. They all live inside me.
I hate that I’ve allowed them to do that.
I catch an inhale in my chest and force my voice louder. “Kenny.”
He jolts, and I immediately tense up, freeze, wait as his eyes blink open and his gaze moves from my arm up to meet mine.
Then a grin fills his face.
“Morning, boyfriend.”
Like that, warmth floods through my anxiety, and my muscles let go of their tension. “Boyfriend,” I echo.
He leans in, lips meeting mine, and I sigh into the kiss.
I’m okay.
Everything is okay.
Then everything goes from okay to incredible when Kennedy tugs me on top of him, pushes down the waistbands of our underwear, and I rock against him while he begs me to come on him.
So I do. We both cover his solid stomach with our release that he happily rubs into his skin.
“I was tossing up between that and having you sit on my face,” he says.
And my shock must take over my expression because he laughs.
“It’s okay, we’ll do that next time. I want to suffocate in your ass.”
I don’t think it’s possible for my eyes to get wider. Or my body to feel hotter. That’s … a deal I can make.
“Oh, look, I’m making you blush. That’s hot.”
I dip my head. I think it’s less of a blush and more me overheating. I have a boyfriend. And we had morning sex. And now he’s promising more sex.
This whole thing is so strange.
Amazing, but strange.
Almost like I can’t believe that it’s real.
I glance over at him as I climb out of bed and catch the worried look he’s throwing deeper into the mine. I don’t know what he’s worried about. There’s no way at all for someone to be down there. It caved in a billion years ago, so other than this shallow entrance, there’s no way to access it. No one is coming from that way.
It’s what could come from outside that we have to watch.
This is why I was worried about him seeing my place though. I don’t want to see it as anything other than my safe space, and I know he doesn’t like it. There’s a reason he slept with his back to the mine last night and had me wrapped around him.
I guess having to snuggle into him isn’t the worst outcome, but I want Kennedy to love this place like I do.
He follows me out of bed and heads to my sink to wash up.
“I need to head home and get some work done, do you—wait. You havehot water?” The look he gives me is like he’s been slapped in the face. “Screw it. I’m showering here before I go.”
Kennedy shoves his underwear off, bare ass and broad back teasing me with the view as he walks over to my shower and turns it on.
I’m hovering in the middle of the room, just staring as he slips under the water and lets out a long groan.
“Not fair,” he says. “I’ve been suffering through cold showers for months now.” Then he squeezes out my soap into his hand and lathers himself up with it.
