His lips twitch. Almost a smile. “You snore.”
“I do not.”
“You do. Soft. Like a kitten with a head cold.”
I punch his shoulder lightly. The muscle barely gives under my fist. “Shut up. I don’t snore.”
He catches my hand before I can pull it back, bringing it to his mouth. Presses a kiss to my knuckles. The gesture is so unexpectedly sweet.
“We should stay in bed all day,” I say.
He raises an eyebrow. “All day?”
“Yeah. Just stay here. Pretend the world doesn’t exist for a few hours.” I press closer to him, tucking my head under his chin. “The war can pause. Marcus can pause. Savage Legion cantake a vacation. Everything can just stop for one day and let us breathe.”
Ghost looks at me like I’ve suggested we sprout wings and fly to Mars.
But he doesn’t move. He pulls the blanket higher over both of us and wraps his arms tighter around me.
“One day,” he murmurs into my hair.
I smile against his chest. “One day.”
We lie there in silence. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back, following the curve of my spine down and back up again. My hand rests over his heart, feeling it beat steady and strong beneath my palm.
This is nice. Peaceful. The first morning in weeks where I’m not immediately hit with panic about what fresh hell is waiting outside this room.
The sunlight gets brighter through the curtains. I can hear the compound starting to wake up—boots on stairs, doors opening and closing, the distant rumble of a bike starting up.
But in here, it’s just us.
Ghost’s fingers slide under the hem of my T-shirt, palm flattening against the small of my back.
I arch into the touch. “You keep doing that and you’re gonna get me all wet.”
“That’s the plan,” he murmurs, voice gravel and smoke. His hand slides up my spine, slow and deliberate, until his big palm cups my bare breast. He squeezes, gently, then drags his calloused thumb across my nipple in a lazy circle that makes my back arch off the mattress.
A helpless moan slips out of me, louder than I meant.
He smirks, eyes dark. “Are you wet already?”
I bite my lip. “Maybe you should check for yourself.”
His hand leaves my breast and dives under the sheet, two fingers gliding straight between my thighs.
He finds me soaked, clit swollen, and groans like he just won the lottery.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasps, swirling through my slick folds. “You’re dripping.” He brings those fingers to his mouth, tongue licking them clean, eyes locked on mine.
I whimper. “You’re making me super horny.”
He grins, wicked. “Maybe you should return the favor.”
I shove the sheet down to our waists and wrap my hand around his cock. I stroke him slow, twisting over the crown, spreading the bead of precum down the shaft.
He hisses, hips jerking into my fist. At the same time, his hand slips back between my legs, two fingers circling my clit in perfect rhythm with my strokes.
We move together, breath hitching, eyes locked.
