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Thisto enjoy every bit of it This beautiful, broken s The man that had taken a bullet for me and didn’t even want my thanks But I could thank him in other ways

As I neared the peak I let my head fall back and closed my eyes I wanted to remember this All of it Even the smell of mothballs

He clutched e, his body slaainst his chest, my body still rocked with aftershocks of pleasure

His hands stroked my back and hair

"Thank you" He pressed his lips to my temple

"You don’t have to thank ainst his shoulder

"I’ll try to remember that next tih he couldn’t see it

"You do that" I gatheredhis over the side of the bed and took a minute to clean himself off I watched as his naked rear walked across the roorab a towel froht it back to htened the blanket When I lay back down, I felt sated and happy

Which was an unfa after the days filled with anxiety He slid in beside me and pushed so to remember why it’s nice to wake up next to so his lips

"Only when they aren’t trying to kill you, of course"

"I dunno, love I wanted you so bad I thought it ht kill me"

Heat flooded my cheeks and I rolled my eyes "Geez You’re s about myself in the last few days" He picked up a lock of ers

"Like what?" Curiosity hadhis face carefully

"Apparently I’ blue eyes and an Ahtful, his eyes distant as he really contes,Like you, I was just existing Doing the only thing I thought I was capable of"

"That’s pretty deep" I tilted hts, when did you have time to co things on the internet in Oxford" He tugged ently "I also decided that I really hate soup"