“We should probably be getting up soon,” I mumbled, even though every part of me resisted the idea. The warmth of Benjamin’s arms encircling me was a cocoon I didn’t want to leave. His solid, steady presence beneath me felt like the safest place in the world. My fingers idly fiddled with his, tracing the lines of his palms, the small calluses that told me stories of the work he’d done with his hands.
“Never have those words sounded so… saddening,” he sighed dramatically, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of my head.
“Saddening?” I giggled, turning over in his arms to lie on my stomach so I could look up at him. His chest rose and fell with a quiet rhythm beneath me, but his eyes—those piercing blue eyes—were anything but calm. They sparkled with mischief, as if he were already plannin
