Sami
I awake in Marshal's arms.
That isn't a totally accurate statement.
As I regain consciousness, I'm entangled in Marshal Michaels. His muscular arm is draped over my shoulder, and his leg is bent over mine. He is the cocoon, and I'm the butterfly encased safely inside.
For a few minutes, I don't move.
It feels too good, too perfect.
Not only the warmth of his skin and the aroma of our s*x-filled night, but everything. I'm in the arms of the one man who knows me better than anyone else in the world, and it's better than any fattening food, alcohol, or drug.
Being with him is perfect in more ways than I want to admit.
Lying in Marshal's embrace, I have the realization that even with Jack, I held back.
Not intentionally, not maliciously, but more out of self-preservation.
