Some people say the morning after can be awkward as hell. I can’t say that’s the case for Ryker and me. We may very well be the most unconventional couple, or perhaps the most cliched love story ever, but we just click.
He wakes up before me, and soon starts drawing circles over the skin of my back, waking me in the process.
I turn to him, open an eye, and offer him a groggy smile.
He mirrors my smile. And I almost feel like melting into a puddle by his feet.
“How do you feel?” He asks as he plays with a lock of my hair.
“Never been better,” I tell him shyly, “or happier. You?”
“Same, little girl,” is his sweet response.
I stretch and feel his gaze on my rising chest.
“I want to do nothing but worship your body all over again,” he admits in a husky voice. “But you’re probab
