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Or at least I’m trying to.
I’m exhausted.
Elizabeth, Lana, Mom and I have been taking shifts at the hospital with Steph. I had the late night shift yesterday and, when I got back home this morning, Elizabeth dragged me to bed.
But she wasn’t interested in sleeping.
That woman is my greatest weakness. As soon as she touched me, I pushed my exhaustion aside and focused on her.
Pleasing her.
Hearing her quiet little moans.
Dragging my hands up her quivering skin.
What can I say?
I have a smoking hot wife.
Just looking at her stirs me up.
My body burned through that excitement pretty quick though. A brutal headache descended on me, demanding I get some rest and stop pushing myself on less than two hours of sleep when my tank was on E.
Since I chose to keep loving on my wife instead of heeding the warning, I was hoping to catch a nap until dinner.
Elizabeth kisses my cheek. “Wake.” A kiss to my jaw. “Up.”
“Five more minutes.”
“Brogan, you sound like a little kid.”
“I’m sleeping.”
“How are you sleeping and you’re talking to me?” she asks sassily.
“Woman…” I growl.
Rolling over towards her side of the bed, I reach for her. My hand falls flat on the mattress. Immediately, my eyes open wide. The unease I’ve grown to despise washes over me.
It’s a habit of life with Elizabeth that I wasn’t prepared for.
I spent years after my divorce enjoying my lonely bed.
I could spread out.
Sprawl off.
Hog up every inch of my mattress.
Now?
If I reach over and Elizabeth’s not there, I don’t feel right.
I have to get up.
Have to find her.
Have to hold her.
