Page 24 of They Are Mine

I shouldn’t.

But who’s going to stop me?

He makes a sleepy, barely-there sound, and my breath catches.

I freeze.

Wait.

But he doesn’t wake.

Doesn’t even stir.

I exhale, trembling.

Then I lean in.

Breathe him in.

Soap. Warmth. Something clean, something comforting.

Something safe.

I close my eyes.

Press my lips to his throat.

Soft. Barely-there.

But I feel him swallow in his sleep.

God.

A quiet, helpless shiver runs through me.

I press closer, feeling the heat of his body.

I could stay here forever. I could have all of him if I wanted.

Right now.

I trail my fingers back down his chest, just because I can.

Because he’s mine.

Because this is just the beginning.

I let my touch linger, savoring it, indulging in it, before finally, reluctantly, slipping off his lap.

I tuck his phone beside him.

Smooth my dress.

Sit back.

Press play on the movie.

And wait.

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