With his frost touched eyes, he watches me with curiosity, a half amused smile curled on his lips as I make myself comfortable on my chair to prove a point- I can rest here just as well as I’d do it at home. After a few tries, I end up sitting in a strange enough position that I feel something stabbing my ribs in the most uncomfortable way. And he probably sees it, because he starts laughing.
And I realize that this was the first time he laughs. My heart skips a beat and I feel myself grow warm and giddy despite the sharp pain in my side.
“Come here, darling.” My nickname rolls off of his lips in such a delicious way that it gives me goosebumps as his arm extends towards me.
My hand lays in his with a bit of hesitation and he tugs me closer, until in in bed with him. When he scoots a
