Anthony’s POV:
My eyes wince at the sound of a car honking - now I remember why I’m not too fond of the cities. Sheets were in motion, and I glanced over to see Angelica bury deep on my numb arm.
I attempt to move it away, but she only holds it tighter. I don’t expect any less from my woman, an iron grip. “Jesus,” I mumble under my breath while trying to pull my arm away once more, but she grips it only tighter. She throws a leg over my body and pulls me back. I’m glad that Angelica has been getting more comfortable around me, but...I really want to stretch.
I release a deep breath, knowing I can’t remove my arm without pushing her off the bed. The edge of my lip twerk once I feet her hot core press against my thigh. I glance over, and her lashes flutter. “Morning,” she grumbles, rollin
