I laid there in the warm curve of his body under his arm, feeling his breath on my neck thinking, Holy shit, MSM is spooning me!
Tracy would do cartwheels of pure joy for a mile if she knew this. Cam might have a heart attack.
I didn't know what to do except let the feeling my body was communicating to my brain penetrate and that feeling was, I really, really like this.
My ex-husband Scott never spooned. I spooned his back but he never cuddled into me. Even after sex. He was a slam, bam, thank you ma'am type of guy. He took his orgasm, pulled out, rolled away, turned off the light and fell asleep.
And he snored.
He didn't cuddle. He didn't sweet talk. He didn't do any of that.
Not even in the hopes of priming me for round two. With Scott, there was never a round two. This was, I would discover later, because by the time he had sex with me, he was too exhausted to do it again because he'd already had sex with someone else that day. Or two someone elses. Maybe even three, who knew, that was how much of a horndog he was.
Hawk's weight settled into me, his arm relaxed, his breathing evened and I knew he was asleep. Asleep spooning me.
What did I do with this? How did I make us be over when I liked this? And what he said outside by his car. And the fact he didn't like the thought that me or my family might be targeted and he did something about it.
This was not a man who would crush Troy like a bug and boss me around. This was a man you'd make up in a daydream.
And this was what filled my head until it drifted through my head until my body started to relax into Hawk's and then I fell asleep.
I could have been in dream world for awhile but it felt like seconds before I felt Hawk's arm get so tight it nearly hurt, cutting off my breathing, my eyes opened and in that instant the heat of him was gone.
I rolled, seeing his shadow by the bed, he was pulling on his cargos.
I got up on an elbow and opened my mouth to say something when he moved again, his knee hit the bed, his finger rested lightly on my lips and I watched as his shadowy head shook in the negative once.
Uh-oh.
Then he was gone.
About a nanosecond later, I heard a scuffle, some exerted gasps, then a hard, loud thump as if somene’s body hit the wall. Then I heard my sister Ginger’s unmistakable shriek “What the fuck?”
I threw back the covers and leaped from the bed, seeing the lights going on in the hall.
“Ginger! Jesus!” I heard my dad yell before I hit the to see Ginger pinned against the wall with