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Morning came far too early for English. He could have laid there forever holding Caitlyn in his arms.
She stirred, her hand sliding over his stomach, and stilled. English felt her tense up, then relax when she realized where she was. She snuggled in tighter to him and pressed her nose to his neck. English didn’t stir, letting her think he was still asleep.
Caitlyn looked at him, her head on his chest but tilted up to see his face. She kissed the edge of his jaw, her lips barely brushing his skin. She did it again, his neck that time.
English hardened, unable to stop the reaction to Caitlyn kissing him. When she licked his throat, he groaned and tightened his hold on her.
She settled against his side again, pretending to be asleep. English wasn’t going to call her on it. He just hel
