Page 48 of Call Me Sir

Sal stands in the doorway behind me, regret set deep in his features.

He folds his arms across his chest.

“I know I said never to say sorry, but I am sorry.”

I rub at the marks, as if it will erase them. It doesn’t work. I drop my hands at my sides and scan myself over.

The big tee hangs to my mid thigh area and my hair’s a mess. Combined with the hickeys I look like a mess.

Sal saunters up behind me and wraps his arms around me, holding me.

I should be mad at him for littering my skin like this, right?

Instead, I giggle and open my neck for him to kiss me more because I’m obsessed. I need more of him. More of this.

“Can we get back into bed?” I whine.

His soft chuckle against my neck makes my ass perk automatically.

“Are you ready for more?”

My asshole twitches at the question.

“Hell no.”

I love the sound of his laughter. It’s like basking in the sunshine after a storm.

“Then let’s go cuddle.”

And so we cuddle for at least another hour tucked away from the world.

We lay on our sides and face one another. At one point he burrows his head into my chest and I wrap myself around him.

He’s massive and I love running my hands along his shoulders and side.

We lay in my bed together for a while as the sun casts beams through the shades. First he holds me and I’m faced away from him. It feels like an eternity as our breathing is the only sound in the room. There’s comfort in the quiet, though. Peace.

The long tug in my chest eventually releases and morphs from comfort to worry. Fear and an acute awareness that this will soon end. There will be a point in time when I’m clacking away on my keyboard from my desk, wishing like crazy I could niggle back in time to this moment.

“Hey.” His voice pulls me from my spiraling thoughts. “Come here, Cole.”

Turning my head, we’re nose to nose. His dark eyes are brown with little specks of brown and they momentarily close the mental worries and my chest feels lighter. My head starts to float when he gently brings his soft lips to peck mine.

Has he read my thoughts?

I love how steady his arms are around me. Slowly he helps me roll to my other side so we’re face to face and we spend the next hour and a half kissing and letting our hands roam across each one anther’s bodies, slipping undershirts and underwear.

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The rest of the weekend goes by in a blur despite my best efforts to drag it out as long as possible.

Tuesday morning is spent trying to recall the little moments that are captured in my heart.

Jesus, that’s so cheesy.

But it’s true.

Sal held the door open for me everywhere we went. His eyes sparkled when I cooked for him. Those big hands trailed along my skin and he held me every chance he got.

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