There was no way Fred would 2ait till after breakfast and I was right. Before I could get some words out of mouth, be jumped from his seat and grabbed me in one tell swoop.
Then he started bundling and running with me in his arms towards the bed.
We landed on the bed, giggling and laughing like f*****g teenagers. It was all so beautiful and funny.
"You’re warm,” he said, his tone low, like he wasn’t just making an observation but a promise.
I laughed softly, but it caught when his lips grazed that sensitive place where my shoulder met my neck. He knew exactly what he was doing, and my body reacted before I could think, arching back into him.
Fred’s hand moved again, this time slipping under the sheet, his fingertips brushing the skin of my stomach.
Every movement was deliberate,
