“Do you think… I mean…” He pushes both hands through his hair, then leaves his hands resting on the back of his head so his torso is stretched out. “I mean… I’ve never slept with a woman before. Like just slept. Do the lessons extend to that?”
My entire being lights up at the thought of sleeping with him for the entire night in his bed.
A small smile makes its way across my face. “I think I can help you out.”
He holds his arm out, signaling that I should head to his room first, so I do, Foster following.
“The first thing you should do is pull down the covers for her.”
He reaches past me and pulls the covers open. I slide in, scooting to the other side.
“Now you get in after her and pull the covers up over her.”
He does, the mattress dipping when his weight settles on it.
“Now turn around so you’re the big spoon, tugging her into your chest.”
He nuzzles close to me, wrapping his arm around my torso, and nudges me back so our bodies are aligned. “Like this?”
I lose my voice for a moment. “Perfect.”
We lie cocooned with one another, and if sleep wasn’t coming for me before, it’s definitely not coming now. The faint scent of him is on the pillows, and with his warm, strong body wrapped around me, I’ve never felt safer than this moment. His hand drifts to my stomach, running up and down over the swell of my belly.
“I never knew this would be so nice.” His voice is soft in my ear.
“Me neither,” I admit.
We lie there for a while, and I swear I feel his heartbeat against my back. I slide my feet up his legs and back down.
“Callie?” he whispers.
“Yeah?”
But he doesn’t say anything for another minute or two.
“Sleep.”
Utter disappointment hits me because I thought maybe he’d say something more heartfelt. Which is stupid because that’s not us, that’s not who we are. But sometimes… the way he looks at me, the way he touches me… it makes me think that maybe we are there or could be at least.
“Don’t go trying to throw your leg over mine or anything.” I try to use humor to cover my disappointment.
He chuckles. “Don’t press your ass into my dick… actually, feel free to do that.”
I chuckle then try to relax. My mind is still whirling that I’m in bed with him, in his arms, and eventually I hear his breathing even out.
Hours later, I awaken to a dark room, but a soft light comes through the edges of the curtains. I don’t want to move to see what time it is.
I’m still on my side, tucked under the blanket, Foster behind me. His chest is pressed to my back, his arm around my waist, his hand resting flat on my stomach as though he’s protecting the both of us. Did we really not move the entire night?
I should try to go back to sleep.
But that’s impossible with the weight of him against me, the heat of his body turning my thoughts to wanting something I can’t have.
His breathing is even. I’m the only one fretting about us being in bed and not having sex.
For a few minutes, I relish the quiet and safety of being in his arms. I don’t want fear to leak into this moment—I just want to enjoy it for however long I get.
Foster stirs behind me, his fingers flexing over my belly. With his touch, my spine straightens, and my breath catches from that familiar twinge of excitement when we want one another.
