When the sun hits my face because I forgot to close the curtains, I grunt and try to turn my back, but firm hands keep me in place. Lucas, once again, sleeps next to me, and holds me tight. For so long, I was afraid he was going to hate me, because of the thoughts I had when I looked at him, and he's more possessive than I am.
When I woke up after a night of s*x and one of the women was clinging to me like that, I always became upset. I thought it was too gluey and took them away immediately. Lucas doesn't make me feel any of that. He clinging to me like this, besides finding it cute, still makes me want to squeeze him more.
I stroked his face, his beard short and inexplicably soft. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't even notice that he'd woken up and was looking at me with sparkling eyes. Wh
