Chapter 10
It’s still dark outside when I wake up. And cold, if the frost blossoms on the window is anything to go by. But in here, it’s nice and toasty.
Under the covers, curled around a still-sleeping Pippin, I’m warm from the inside out, as though my heart is glowing in my chest.
Our legs are still tangled. My arm is slung around his waist and he’s holding my hand in a steady grip. His back is glued to my front and his ass is pressed against my groin. My groin and my morning wood. I try to shuffle back so I won’t poke him in his sleep, but he whines a protest and follows me.
“Darlin’, I—” I whisper.
“It’s okay.” It’s little more than a mumble, and he sounds adorably sleepy.
“If you’re sure.”
He replies by scooting even closer, and I bury my face in the back of his neck and inhale
