Chapter Thirteen
Liz yawned and tried to stretch as she woke up the next morning. Only she found herself trapped by a strong arm wrapped around her. She thought about getting up but decided she could wait just a little bit first. It was nice to be held, to feel protected and wanted.
Mickey had never held her, in bed or otherwise. He had gotten what he wanted and then promptly fell asleep or left. It was always one of the two, and he did not sleep with her just to relax; it was still for s*x. Otherwise, he wouldn’t come over at all.
As she lay there, she studied Nate. She was lying on her back and could see his face at least. He had the deepest eyes, the kind that instantly made you trust him without hesitation and never thinks twice about it.
She studied every aspect of his face, commi
