Tentatively, I lowered myself onto the bed, almost as if I were lowering myself into my own coffin, my body cushioned by the plush pillows and thick mattress. I sat propped awkwardly against the pile of cushions, as close to the edge as I possibly could. "Look at me, Megs." I swallowed hard, gritting my teeth as I turned my head to look at him. He had shifted to face me and I could see the hard lines of his body underneath his Ralph Lauren T-shirt, the contours of his thigh muscles through his jeans, the way his curls framed his features perfectly. In another lifetime, I would have reached over and brushed a wayward curl behind his ear. I would have pressed my lips to the warm skin just under his lobe. I would have let my fingers slip under the hem of his T-shirt to caress his firm stomach
