Chapter 16
I didn’t remember the transition between the time we finished talking on the porch last night to the next morning, when I opened my eyes to golden light of pre-dawn brightening the bedroom around us. I remained in Philip’s arms for another twenty minutes, until he woke with a start, as if battling his own nightmares.
He stretched and groaned against the stiffness of being immobile for five hours. He stirred, yawned, and gripped me in his arms. “Morning, handsome.”
I turned to him to meet his eyes. I could smell the bitterness of his morning breath when he bent down for a kiss. He reached a hand up my shirt and ran his fingers along my stomach, and up to my n*****s. I helped him by peeling off my damp T-shirt, my heart racing, skin tickling beneath his curious hands.
Smiling,
