Page 120 of Property of Bob

I pulled back. Ramona’s eyes opened. Her lips were pink from kissing me and I really wanted to kiss her again.

Instead, I dropped my head onto the pillow.

She watched me for a second. “You’re tired.”

“Don’t ruin this,” I grunted.

“I’m not ruining anything.”

“You’re about to tell me I need another nap.”

“You are currently taking a nap.”

“Was.”

“Still are.”

I looked at her.

She smiled, then her expression softened. That was the look I was starting to recognize. The one where she was worried about me but trying not to make a big fucking production out of it.

I liked that she didn’t make me feel helpless.

I hated that she had a reason to worry.

“I’m good,” I told her.

“I know.”

I waited for the argument.

It didn’t come.

Instead, Ramona settled back onto the pillow beside me.

“But you’re still tired,” she added.

“Yeah.”

“Then sleep.”

I reached for her before she could roll away.

She looked down at my arm around her waist. “You planning on manhandling me in your sleep again?”

“Probably.”

“At least you’re honest.”

I pulled her closer. Ramona settled against me, her head tucked beneath my chin.

I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. That felt almost more intimate than everything we’d just done.

I stared at the curtains.

Ramona traced one finger absently over my shirt. “Bob?”

“Yeah?”