Chapter 6
Waking up in Zack’s arms was bittersweet because I knew it couldn’t last long. I chose to savor the rightness of it rather than focus on the fact I might not have it again. Our c*m had dried on my skin. It was itchy, flaky, and uncomfortable, and I scratched idly at it as I turned over to look at Zack. He was still asleep, and I loved the flush underneath where his dark lashes fanned on his cheeks. He was close, the way he’d been all night. The man had chased me all over the bed as I slept; no matter where I moved, he’d adjusted his position to keep us pressed close together.
He looked so peaceful, I hated to wake him. But I really needed to clean up, and since he’d cooked yesterday morning, I figured it was my turn again. I slowly slid out of bed. Zack gave a little snuffle, w
