Her arms are folded over her bare breasts when she turns to me. Color is coming back into her face, turning her cheeks a delicious shade of pink. I have to fight not to drink in every gorgeous inch of her.
This isn’t what she needs.
But I’m about to go insane with how bad I want her. I want to reclaim her from head to toe. With kisses, with lip and tongue and fingers and breath. I want to make her feel safe again. Whole again. To come undone in my arms again. She’s so close and it’d be so easy to reach out and drag her into bed with me…
Time. Give her time. She needs time.
I grab the shirt from the corner of the bed and unfold it for her. She keeps her hands over her chest while I slide what might as well be a two-person tent over her head. The hem settles midway down her thighs and, w
