Chapter Eighteen
The soft sound of an alarm woke La’Rue from a fitful sleep. She opened her eyes and blinked in the dim light. Behind her, she could feel Sergi’s warm body pressed against her back, buttocks, and legs as he molded his body to hers.
“Cease alarm,” she murmured.
The annoying chime immediately stopped. She sighed in contentment when a pair of warm lips pressed against her shoulder. The past couple of weeks had made La’Rue aware of several things – mostly good things – like her feelings for Sergi, but also some bad – like the overwhelming feeling that she could lose him.
“You were restless. What is wrong?” Sergi murmured against her skin.
La’Rue wrapped her hand around his and brought it up between her bare breasts. She threaded her fingers through his and held his hand ti
