Page 55 of Beyond Repair: Part Two
I have really, truly, nothing to say at this moment which is what I'm going to use an excuse for what I do next. My once cold fingers release the cotton of my extra large towel and because I have hardly any curves, it drops without resistance.
I'm still focused on the bed, so I'm not sure who chokes and who cursesagain, but that's okay because I'm beginning to believe they do love my body.
What really matters right now is that floofy purple bed spread that’s screaming my name. There's nothing, absolutelynothing, better than slipping under cold clean shits with heated skin.
So, I take a running leap onto my new bed.Ournew bed I suppose. The guys all watch me as I wiggle my bare butt in the air to make the perfect cozy spot for my sleepy self.
Once I'm situated and utterly in awe of the pure perfection that is this setup, I frown at my men. "What are you waiting for? Come snuggle me."
They don't waste one more second until clothes are flying off and we're all curled around one another for the first time in a bed. And as the night wears on, sleep continues to elude me because of what I felt before...
I listen to my instincts and hold my loves tighter tonight.
