Closing the door behind me, I walk closer to him.
“I have some painkillers for you.”
He opens his eyes, pushing himself up to meet me.
When I shake out two from the bottle, he grabs them, swallowing them dry. I cringe as I offer him the water bottle.
He gulps half of it in one go before standing. Silently, we move around the bed, pulling back the covers. He slides in first, lying on his back. I slide in next to him, lying on my side, careful not to touch him.
“I’m not breakable. Come lie on my chest,” he grumbles.
“You’re in pain,” I protest.
“It’s more painful not to touch you. Come here.”
I huff, but scoot closer, lying my head on his uninjured shoulder. Carefully, I lay my hand on his stomach.
He’s not satisfied though. Grunting, he grabs my leg, sliding it across his lower half so he can palm my ass. My knee is lying across his upper thigh, not touching his dick, thankfully. I might have had sex with him, but this is still all new to me.
Then his other arm wraps around my shoulders, his fingers lightly brushing against my back.
“Heaven,” I hear him whisper as his lips land on the top of my head.
That’s how we lay.
I lay there all night in his arms.
Long after I hear his breathing even out. Long after the sun comes up.
I lie there with him, thanking the lord above for protecting us.
For bringing me back to him.
Fuck, that hurts.
The thought filters into my thoughts as I slowly come to. My whole shoulder hurts. I groan, attempting to move, but there is a weight on me.
Glancing down, I let out a content sigh.
Cleo.
My woman is here. She is safe and in my arms.
Fuck, I’d take a million bullets as long as I know she’s safe.
Brushing her hair back from her face, I grin.
She’s lying on my right shoulder, her face smooth as she breathes evenly. Her hand is curled into my side, holding me even in her sleep. It’s almost as if she does not want to lose me. Like she cannot stand the thought of letting go.
Even with the pain, my dick twitches when I feel her knee curled over my lap, rubbing against my dick.
I remember her doing everything she could to avoid it last night, but in her sleep, she migrated to a natural position.
If I didn’t have this wound on my shoulder, I’d flip her over and show her how much I love her.
Later.
Glancing over at the window, I note that the sun is high in the sky. It’s probably the afternoon by now.
