Antonella
Bruce stirred beside me, and my eyes peeled open.
Just like I had the last few mornings since I came back, I snuggled up to him at night and wedged myself under his arm, my head in the crook of his neck, my knees pressed up against his side.
His warmth and comforting scent wrapped around me and managed to banish the nightmares.
“Sorry,” I murmured like I did every morning because I was fairly sure that the position couldn’t be comfortable for Bruce, but he never pushed me away. I sat up, freeing his arm.
“Your subconscious seeks protection at night, and I can provide it,” he said with a shrug as he stood.
The tight briefs did nothing to hide the outline of him.
I forced my eyes away from it, my heart thudding faster. He grabbed his swim trunks and went into the bathroom
