Chapter 11
Waking up with Brandon in my arms was one of my favorite things. The warm weight of his body against my skin helped to instantly ground me. I loved how he needed to be pressed against me, and how he’d readjust his position all night long so he could keep touching me. I thought it was a fair assessment that I grounded him as well.
When I woke to find him plastered across my chest, I gave a slow, sleepy smile. He was breathing heavily, not quite a snore, which let me know that he was only a few minutes from waking. I was content to wait, to stare at the mussed black hair and to hold him close. Eventually, he’d blink those ice-blue eyes at me, and his morning smile was always worth the wait.
Brandon didn’t disappoint. A few minutes later he twitched, snorted, then stretched his
