Page 92 of Take My Love
“I didn’t warm up my comforter and now I’m freezin’.”
“Oh, by all means, use me as a furnace.” I laugh, though I’m not much warmer.
Deciding to say fuck it, I pull her into my body so she can drape her arms and legs over me.
“Better?” I ask when she nuzzles her face in my chest.
“Much, thanks.” I hear the grin in her voice and can’t help smiling too.
“Who knew you were such a cuddler?” I taunt when she sinks into me deeper.
“Shut up.”
My chest vibrates with laughter.
Maybe I’m a fan of Marjorie, after all.
chapter fifteen
Posey
Silas’s armsheld and kept me warm all night. I haven’t slept this peaceful in months.
And by the steel rod poking me in the back, it’s now morning, but I have no desire to leave my bed.
A loud throat clearing grabs my attention and my eyes pop open.
In my attempt to move, I elbow him in the clavicle.
“Fuck,” he chokes out, rolling over.
“Shit, sorry.”
Wiping my eyes, I sit up and find Bellamy in my doorway, arms crossed, and brow arched.
“Mornin’, sluts.”
“This…isn’t what it looks like.”
“It looks like you beat the shit outta him.” Bellamy walks in. “His whole face is bruised.”
Glancing over, I find she’s right. There’s a purple bruise around his nose.
“That was an accident,” I explain.
“Jesus, Posey.” She shakes her head. “Y’all must be havin’ some rough sex.”
“She punched me in the face,” Silas explains, throwing his legs off the side.
“Careful, you’re half naked,” Bellamy cheekily warns. “And you aren’t hidin’anythin’.”
My cheeks heat at exactlywhatshe can see.
Silas quickly covers himself and sighs. “Christ, y’all are the same. I’m going back to my bed.”
Bellamy laughs as he walks past her, messy bedhead and all, and stares at his ass while he leaves.
“Okay, perv. Stop starin’,” I scold.
