It didn't take much more than breathing around him to make me ache for his touch.
"Arlys?"
"Hmm?" I stared up at him, lost in my feelings and physical need. I couldn't seem to form a whole thought or sentence.
"Let me show you." He move closer, laying me back on the bed, his body close, but his weight off of my belly.
His scent. His heat. The look in his eyes.
I was falling all over again.
I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and drew him down.
I wanted him to show me.
I wanted him to know me again.
Opening my lips, I kept my eyes open until the very moment his lips touched mine.
And then I was gone.
Chapter 6
My world was changing by the second.
I woke up with Arlys asleep next to me. Warm and smelling like she always did. Soft and sweet.
I admit, I wanted to touch her. Kiss her.
Show her that she was still the only woman I'd ever loved.
When I felt her baby move under my hand, everything changed again.
I still wanted her like a dying man wants his next breath, but now it was more.
Arlys was pregnant.
Whatever her husband had done to make her want him to be an ex?
I was fucking thankful for his mistakes.
I didn't know the whole story about why she left him, but that wasn't important at the moment.
I had to get her to give me a chance.
Even if it was a temporary one.
My mom had once said something that I'd thought was kind of crazy.
She liked to say things she saw as life lessons, but it had to have an animal in it.
It probably explained why she read me Aesop's Fables like it was going out of style.
One of her old adages came up in my head as I was trying to figure out a way to get my big, booted foot into the door.
She'd tell me about how to boil a frog.
Yeah, it made me want to throw up when I was a kid. I focused on that poor damn frog more than the lesson behind it. But I was a kid.
