Chapter 14
SamsonBlair slept beside me, her breaths muted beneath the covers in our bed. The combination of need for each other and the light spritzing of champagne had taken both of us to new heights.
The woman drove me wild.
What got to me was the fact that my boredom, the perpetual need to do something more, better, bigger had all but disintegrated. Blair consumed all those nasty feelings. s**t, that wasn’t the right turn of phrase. She didn’t consume them; she transformed them.
All my energy went into avoiding thoughts of what’d happen after Christmas. How I’d deal with it.
I leaned over and kissed her cheek, then slipped out of bed.
Feelings aside, there was a hole where my stomach should’ve been, and it grumbled loudly. Blair muttered in her sleep. “So good,” she muttered, then
