Nera
The early morning breeze wafting through the open window caresses my naked flesh. I reach out and move the black strands that have fallen over his face. We’ve been lying in my bed for nearly an hour, just watching each other.
“What happens now?” I whisper.
I’ve been meaning to ask this ever since we collapsed exhausted onto the sheets after making love for the second time since the sun came up over the horizon, too afraid to hear the answer. But I can’t keep it back anymore.
“I don’t know, cub.” His hand lifts to my face, the tip of his finger tracing the line of my left brow, then down my nose and to my lips with cautious, gentle movements. “What do you want to happen?”
My heartbeat picks up as I gather the courage to speak. “I want you to stay. And I don’t mean only today.”
“I
