After that amazing intimate moment they shared, Antonio told Tara to go to sleep. Only she didn’t want him to leave her room. And if he were to guess, he’d say she was feeling insecure, although he believed he gave her no reason to be.
“What are you thinking about, kitten?” He asked from where he laid next to her, spooning her.
On a second thought, he’d say he was the one who was more insecure than her.
“Of you. Of us. of the future,” she said on a contented sigh.
That didn’t bode well in his book. “And does the future look bright to you?”
“I don’t want to jinx it,” she told him softly. “But if it’s anything as the present, I can’t wait.”
He draped his arm around her waist at that, and held her more securely against him. Her words were of great comfort to him. He just didn’t kn
