Mia woke up slowly. She was warm and comfortable, and her first thought was to wonder why her pillow was moving. She opened her eyes and she saw a muscled chest right in front of her.
“Good morning.”
Startled, she raised her head and saw Nick looking down at her.
“Good morning,” she whispered, still a bit shocked to be in bed with him.
He stroked her back gently. “Did you sleep OK?”
She nodded.
Nick had spent the past twenty minutes watching her sleep, almost bursting with happiness to have her back in his arms. For the first time since he’d made love to her and then run out of her apartment six weeks earlier, they had shared a bed, and he didn’t give a damn that they were both in t-shirts and underwear. He didn't give a damn that they hadn't made love the night before. All he wante
