Eventually, she’ll shift to face me, sleepy-eyed and smiling, kiss me good morning,and I’ll want to keep her in bed all day.
But for now, I don’t move. Don’t breathe too hard. Hell, I barely blink.
Because if I do, the spell might break, and I’m not ready yet.
Last night is still mapped across my skin in echoes and exhales. Our world shifted. Grew closer.
And with Cami, it’s never just been sex. Even when we swore this fling would be.
It’s always felt like something more from that first night on the beach and every single moment in between. Every laugh, every touch, every quiet morning chipped away at walls I didn’t know I’d built.
I want her non-freaking-stop.
How could I not?
Gorgeous face. Breath-stealing eyes. Long, beautiful legs. Perfect tits. Great ass.
That slick, tight pussy that grips me like her body’s even decided I’m hers.
I mean, the woman’s fuckingstunningfrom head to toe.
But it’s not only her beauty or her body that has me hooked.
I love how she moves with me, unafraid to tell me exactly what she wants. When she wraps her legs around me like she needs the closeness as much as I do. And,fuck, I get lost in the way she looks at me when I’m deep inside her, eyes locked with mine like she’s drawing me closer to what she keeps guarded.
This is more than simple pleasure.
In fact, being with Cami feels a lot like making love.
And every time, it wrecks me a little more.
My chest aches with everything she told me. And the part of me that never stops calculating risk? It’s gone mute. Guess it got the memo not to interrupt…whatever this is.
Her. Me.
Wrapped in each other like we’rehome.
Deep gray softens to silver-blue beyond the curtains, tide humming low and steady, same as the beat in my chest. Stripe and Shadow are still nestled in their playpen, mercifully silent. There’s a stillness; even the floorboards are afraid to creak and ruin the moment.
And maybe I am, too.
Because what the hell do I do with all thisfeeling?
When Cami told me she doesn’t want to go back, I almost asked her to stay.
Why doesn’t that scare the shit out of me?
I’m not stupid. This is a bubble.
But it’s not insulated.
And I’ve lived long enough to know you don’t get many nights that crack you open and stitch you back together in the same breath.
Closing my eyes, I let the rise and fall of her breathing settle into me, and here, together in the quiet, I always feel free.
A tiny mew breaks the spell.
Then another.
