“Open your legs,” he said, the words gruff but filled with peace.
She did as he asked because…what else was she supposed to do?
She opened her eyes as his warm-washcloth-covered hand stroked between her legs.
Travis cleaned up his own messes? She stilled but didn’t say anything. Unsure of what to say.
Finally, she settled on, “Thank you.”
He tossed the washcloth off the bed and settled in behind her, holding the spot of the big spoon.
Not taking the time to dress, they were both naked, and she was so tired, and he was so warm, and this was so intimate.
What they’d done was intense and fun and…yeah. But this? This was beyond that.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“How do you know I’m not asleep?” she responded.
“You think really loud.” He snuggled in deeper.
“I’m just wondering why you get to be the big spoon,” she said as the sleep that she’d nearly had before started to pull at her again.
“You’re such a goof,” he murmured against her hair.
“Hey,Trav?” She yawned.
“Umm-hmm?” he murmured against her hair.
“That wasn’t like doing the laundry at all.”
He chuckled, then he kissed the crown of her skull. As she drifted to sleep, he took her hand in his, tethering her to a reality she was pretty sure she didn’t get to keep.
Chapter Eighteen
“I always say if you aren’t yelling at your kids, you’re not spending enough time with them.” — Reese Witherspoon
Rachel
Shit.
She was naked. Travis was there.
Sex. There had been sex. Really good sex.
Then she took a nap.
She never took a nap.
Naps were for those who had time to take them. She was not that person.
Travis’s warm breath came in small puffs against her neck as his body cradled hers.
Apparently, he’d fallen asleep, too.
He’d gotten dressed first, though.
A sliver of light still shone through the curtains, but barely.
