I woke feeling like Sleeping Beauty, awake as I hadn’t been in years. My arms were around David, and all was right with the world. He was curled around me, one leg between mine.
My stomach grumbled and I had to piss. I’d never been happier.
I’d stocked up on ingredients for a stuffed omelet, thick-cut bacon, and Southern cast iron pan biscuits in the hopes I’d persuade him to spend the night sometime this week. Not only had I gotten lucky last night, I’d f*****g f****d the man. Not only was I in synch with the world, karma had finally fallen my way.
David woke with a purr, a stretch, and a sigh.
“Damn, I feel good,” he whispered in my ear. “How about you? Regrets?”
“f**k no!”
He sighed and purred again, then ran his hand over my scar. His hand stilled.
“I’ve always felt so guilty. Y
