When we get home, I spend a lot of time in bed. Just lying there thinking about hundreds of things. Dillon was working on some paper work in his office but came back to the bedroom with all the papers in hand, arguing that he has and wants to be close to me.
"What are you thinking about?" he asks, making me snap out of my deep thoughts. I smile at Dillon noticing how cute he looks when he's concentrating. "Just about today," I admit. "What do you mean?" he asks, setting the pages on the desk and coming to bed. He lies down beside me and as always, pulls me closer to him.
I take a moment to absorb his delicious scent. The heat has already begun to fade since Dillon pretty much took care of everything last night and now has spent most of the time by my side, helping me ease any pain.
"Jus
