*Seraphine*
I decide I’m beginning to enjoy opening my eyes. No bare buttocks this morning, but facing me is an incredibly handsome face in need of a shave. I’d like very much to run my fingers over the thick shadow of his beard, but I know he’d object.
I have a vague memory of him standing beside the bed, an invitation issued. Obviously accepted, although I don’t recall him joining me. But his presence surrounds me in heavenly warmth and a sense of being protected. No doubt because of the strong arm curled over my side and the long fingers splayed against my back, serving as a shield, as secure as one made of iron. I’m left with the impression that no one would be able to get to me, to harm me, as long as that hand rests against me.
Dear Goddess, he is gorgeous, but even in slumber, he
