“How does your head feel?” Calvin asked, walking back into the bedroom.
“Which one?”
“Ha-ha.”
I laughed and tilted my head to look in his direction. “Blood is leaving one in favor of another. I’m good.”
“Move over.”
“You’re staying?” I asked in surprise.
Calvin paused as he started to pull the blankets back. “Should I go?” he asked.
“N-No, I just figured you had places to be.”
He grunted and got into bed, stretched out beside me, and draped an arm across my chest. After a minute of shifting about to get comfortable, Calvin once again used my chest as a pillow and snaked a leg between mine. I liked this, liked him finding relief in my arms. I ran one hand down his side and hip to his thigh, where I felt the skin texture change.
Scar tissue, maybe?
Calvin hummed sleepily. “Bullet,” he mumbled.
“What?”
“I was shot there.”
“In the Army?”
He nodded against me. “Missed my femoral artery just barely.”
“Jesus,” I whispered. “But you were shot twice, weren’t you?”
He tilted his head up, staring at me. “Yes,” he said after a pause. He took my hand, moved it to his shoulder, and pressed a finger against a spot. “Not as bad as the leg.”
“Were you scared?”
“I really don’t like talking about my time in the military, Sebastian.” It wasn’t rude or angry, the way he spoke, but it was wary. Tired, almost.
“Sorry.” I had to hold the questions at bay.
Calvin put his head back down.
I closed my eyes, losing myself in the gentle touches against my body that Calvin made with his firm, callused hands. “Is Beth okay?” I murmured at length.
“Beth Harrison?” Calvin sounded half-asleep.
“Yeah, bookshop Beth.”
“She’s fine. No one was in the store when it was broken into.”
“Was anything stolen?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t believe so,” Calvin replied. He pinched my nipple, and I felt him grin against my chest when I yelped. “Go to sleep.”
“Yes, Officer.”
“Smartass.”
I SLEPTharder than I ever remembered doing. I guess a concussion coupled with the fiercest sex you’ve had in years will knock you out a good few hours. Or half of the day. I had no idea what time it was, what day it was, and I was really, perfectly okay with that.
