He nearly smiles at me, which is often the only sign of happiness he ever displays, then gets up to turn off the light. He pulls back the blankets, holding them out to me as a welcome.
We seem to be drifting off to sleep.
Although I really wanted to spend more time with Jacob tonight and don't normally fall asleep with guys, I'm too exhausted from the fun we had in the kitchen to object.
He drapes his arm over me as I slip in next to him, but it seems more kind than possessive. He spoons me as I roll onto my side; his body is as rigid as steel but feels much warmer as he cuddles up around me.
He whispers in my ear, "Are you comfortable?" while his hand caresses my breast.
“Yes.” I was surprised to learn that it was true.
Feeling completely content, I daydream that I'm sleeping in a m
