When I come back to the bedroom, Westley’s sitting up in bed, resting against the headboard as he flicks through the journal he got me from the farm.
He holds it up. “Make sure this list is up to date.”
I crawl into bed, snuggling up to his side as I snatch it from him. “I will.”
I flick through the pages, but I’ve only filled out the first one from the list I started on our drive home yesterday.
“Don’t forget you can put other stuff in there. Anything you wanted to get off your chest that you’ve been letting weigh you down.”
“Will you read that one too?” I ask, looking up at him.
He presses a kiss against my forehead. “Only if you want me to.”
I nod, then put the notebook back on my bedside table and shut off the lamp, snuggling down onto my pillow.
“Can you get the other one?” I tip my chin to the lamp on his side.
He reaches over and flicks the switch, plunging the room into darkness. I feel the mattress shift as he moves, then big hands grip my waist, rolling me to my side, before I’m pulled across the mattress. My back is cocooned by West’s chest, his warm, heavy arms wrapped around my middle.
“This is how we’ll sleep,” he murmurs.
“You already obsessed with me?” I laugh.
He nuzzles into my neck, leaving a kiss behind. “I’ve got your back.”
Westley’s heart beats steadily behind me as mine drops to the floor. He remembered the last time we woke up together. The way I freaked out at first. I lace my fingers through his, bringing his hand up against my chest, holding tight to the safety and protection he offers. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him if he can keep me safe forever.
32
There’s a delicious ache between my legs, and my limbs feel both sore and sated as I stretch underneath the warm blankets. I don’t know how early it is, but I’m hoping I haven’t missed Westley sneaking out yet.
When I sit up, my eyes are still heavy with sleep, and the other side of my bed is empty except for a note sitting on the pillow.
Trickster.
I would have loved to have started your day, and mine, by waking you up with my tongue, but I remember the first time you woke up with me, and I didn’t want to startle you. Not to mention, I tried to at least leave you with a morning kiss, but you didn’t give me any sign of life, so I’m going to need a text as proof when you wake up.
I’ll be thinking of you today. Can’t wait to see your pretty face later.
Thief x
I roll out of bed with a smile, then slip my feet into my Ugg boots. Pulling up my text thread with West, I make my way downstairs.
ME:
Morning Thief. As requested this is my official sign of life. I did not succumb to the soul defying rapture you performed between my legs last night. Far from it. In fact, I think a thorough repeat is needed to make sure your pleasure wielding powers are in proper working order*wink-emoji*. Thank you for last night. It was amazing. I’m looking forward to seeing you later too.
ME:
FYI If you would like to wake me up like that next time, I wouldn’t say no.
“What are you looking at?”
I clutch onto the stair railing with a gasp as my daughter stares at me from the kitchen. She has a bowl of cereal in her hand, a drop of milk spilled down the front of her pyjamas, and a spoon halfway to her mouth.
“Ahh, I was texting.”
“Aunt Pres?”
