Page 72 of Outside The Wire

I bit my lip, nodding at him.

“I never knew my nostrils held that kind of power. I’ve been using them wrong for years.”

“Well, now you know,” I said, crawling over to him. I draped the blanket across us and snuggled into his chest, yawning wide.

“I hope you don’t think you’re going to bed anytime soon.”

“I’m so tired. That was a lot of work.”

“Work? Did you just call giving me the best head of my life work?”

I giggled, burying my face in his chest. “Sleep,” I mumbled.

“Maybe five minutes. Then I’m gonna see what your nostrils tell me.”

“My nostrils don’t speak. I’m afraid I don’t have your superpowers.”

“That’s a shame,” he sighed, pulling the blanket up around my shoulders. “What about your earlobes? What will they tell me?”

“Not sure. Why don’t you suck them and find out?”

He rolled over me and shoved one leg between my thighs. “Maybe I will.”

I wokeup in his arms, tucked into the couch and facing the window. It had to be afternoon, but it was hard to tell since it wassnowing again. I slowly blinked, not really wanting to wake up yet and face whatever might happen now. Were the roads clear? Would we go home and back to normal life? I liked not being able to go anywhere with him. It was nice. And once this bubble popped, would everything change?

“What are you thinking?” Asher grumbled, his fingers stroking lazily up and down my arm.

“Just wondering how the roads are.”

“It’s been snowing pretty hard for about an hour now.”

I sighed heavily, snuggling in deeper and letting my eyes drift closed again. However long I slept, it really wasn’t enough. His warm breath caressed my cheek before he pressed a soft kiss to my temple.

“You know, it’s a good thing I like this couch.”

“Why’s that?” I mumbled.

“Because I’m pretty sure you can’t sell it now that we’ve had sex on it.”

I laughed under my breath and rolled over, burying my face into his warmth. “It’s not as nice as a bed, but it sure beats the floor.”

My stomach chose that moment to growl loudly, letting both of us know how hungry I was. Coffee was not a substitute for food.

“I guess that’s my signal to get up and find us something to eat.”

“No,” I whined, tugging on him to keep him on the couch with me. “Stay here. Who needs food?”

“Pretty much everyone on earth who wants to live. Besides, I want to check the reports.”

I groaned, pissed that he was leaving me.

“Just stay here all nice and toasty warm. I’ll be back soon enough.”

I would have ignored him and got up, but I was warm and I had no desire to leave the coziness of this couch. I drifted in and out for what felt like fifteen minutes, but when I woke next, it was dark outside. I sat up, stretching as I yawned. The scent of food made my stomach growl and I wrapped the blanket around me and meandered through the house until I found Asher spreading out the food on the kitchen counter, batting at Mr. Fluffington to keep him from eating what he laid out.

“You have to give him Greenies first.”

“What the hell are Greenies?” He picked up my little fur ball and tossed him on the floor, then jumped as Mr. Fluffington batted his paw at Asher’s feet.

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