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He caresses my face, and it feels nice. His scent surrounding me feels even nicer.

“Might wanna shift, too, make those pills work faster.”

“I don’t think I have the energy,” I grumble.

“Grab another nap and let those pain pills work. I’ll make us some food when you’re ready.” He kisses me and pulls the blanket over me, so I sink into the warmth.

“Grey?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you stay with me a minute?”

“Got no plans to go anywhere anytime soon, sweetheart.”

I feel his warmth wrap me up tighter and warmer, so I sink into it feeling like the headache is already abating. I smile, feeling snug, warm, and gooey because I managed to ask him for something. I worked up that nerve and he gave me what I requested. He’s pretty amazing. And I can’t believe how my luck has changed.

Fate.

I push away the fears that plague me and try to just enjoy how it feels, knowing to my marrow that even if it’s ripped away, at least I’ll have the memory of how this feels. I know I’ll revisit it over and over, forever.

***

I wake to Grey’s eyes on me in the dark. He’s on his side, his head propped on his palm. His elbow is balanced on the pillow beside me.

“Headache gone?” he asks, tracing my hairline from my forehead to my earlobe with his fingertip.

He’s so damn handsome.

I nod. “D-did you stay the whole time?”

“Almost. Come here,” he orders gruffly, rolling to his back.

I blink twice and raise myself up onto one elbow. “Come there?” I inquire, seeing that he’s nude. Nude and erect.

Oh, my stars.

He crooks his finger, so I roll over onto my knees and scoot closer.

What a muscular, perfect body. He’s tall, his chest is extraordinary, as is every inch of him.

His eyes are liquid mercury as he reaches for me and plants me on top of himself, my knees on either side of his hips. He repositions my hips and now I can feel his erection press between my legs, though my clothes are in the way.

“Kiss your husband, Stacy,” he orders.

Goosebumps flare on every inch of my body as I lean forward and press my lips to his. His tongue dips between my lips as his fingers tangle into the length of my hair and sudden wetness surges between my thighs as a reaction to his touch. His scent. His voice.

The power this man has over my body is still so surprising.

“Take your clothes off and show me what’s all mine,” he requests gruffly. “Only mine from here on out.”

His. Yes, I like that I’m all his. Only his. It washes through me as I grab the hem of my top and pull it up and over my head while he helps by shimmying the high-waisted yoga pants down below my hips.

I stumble, trying to balance on one knee to make room for the pants to come off, but it’s not going to work so I have to roll off him. I land on my feet and peel them the rest of the way down. Stumbling and nearly tripping to get them all the way off.

“Look how sexy I am,” I quip, embarrassment heating my cheeks.

“Get back here,” he demands, not seeming amused.

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