Page 110 of The Other Guy

“Agree.” I lean over her, my elbow in the mattress next to her head, and kiss her on the lips. “Be back. Gonna deal with this.”

“Okay,” she says quietly and damn it’s hard to get out of bed with her lying there, hair a mess all over the pillow and a sweet look on her face. Her big eyes staring up at me as a blush tinges her cheeks.

“Beautiful,” I tell her, kissing her quickly then getting out of bed. “Don’t move.”

“Okay,” she says again.

I dispose of the condom and clean myself up as I run a washcloth under the faucet. When I return, she grabs it from me and takes care of it on her own then excuses herself to use the bathroom.

After turning off the light, she comes back to bed and climbs in next to me. I pull her close, kiss her forehead, give her a light squeeze.

“Night, Sierra.”

“Night, Jack.”

We drift off to sleep quickly and it’s not lost on me that the last time I was this comfortable in my own bed was when Sierra was here.

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