Derek opened his eyes having mixed feelings. Peace from a good sleep and pain from the wound in his chest.
He was curled around Angie's warm body, his arms holding her back to him and her breasts plastered to his chest.
The way his body was hurting, he didn't want to wake yet. He didn't want to face the day. He didn't want to start thinking about his wound. About the man that huanted him to the point of death.
He pulled his head backwards to find the softness of Angie's breast, and held it out to find a puckered n****e with his mouth.
He laced his mouth on it and drew from her on gentle tugs.
Shutting down all the thoughts in his head, he closed his eyes and waited for the sleep he wasn't sure would come.
He didn't have to wait long. He find himself falling asleep again.
Just as he
