-Jacey-
The lavender freshness of the bath didn’t last long, and neither did the braid. Oh, we’d had every intention of going out to see the sights Grand Marais and the North Shore of Lake Superior had to offer, but instead, I’d ended up staring at the ceiling fan while Caleb ravaged me again. Not that I’d had much time to examine the 1990s-style fan. I was too busy enjoying the s*x.
If Caleb and I ever had a honeymoon, it would be unreal.
I slept next to Caleb, his arm draped over my belly. I was happily sound asleep when Caleb started to tremble, then thrash.
“No...” he groaned. “No...”
“Caleb,” I said quickly, catching his face between my hands. “Caleb, wake up! You’re having a bad dream!”
Caleb panted and leaned over me, slapping on the light on the bedside table. “Jacey?”
“Yeah
