Graeme held Macy closer to him, looking at her while she slept. Her beautiful face was calm with sleep, her blond hair tussled and messy from their earlier lovemaking. She looked serene, like a lovely angel.
His heart throbbed in pleasure at the sight of her. For the first time ever, a certain deep seated peace filled him. He enjoyed this, being close to her. He wanted her this close, always.
Mentally, he went through the events of the past few hours, grocery shopping with her, watching her prepare their meal and having dinner with her, then afterwards when they had slept together… it felt surreal, almost like it was too good to be true.
The horrible feeling he had come to associate with s*x after for years was notably absent. He still felt terrible about what he had done to that woma
