Page 67 of Dizzy

We catch our breath together, skin to skin.

Eventually, as the air begins to feel chilly, he eases me to the bed and tucks me beside him under the covers. I can’t move my legs. Or form words.

He goes to the bathroom, cleans up quickly, and when he comes back to bed, he brings my water bottle. He crawls in beside me, but over the covers, lounging on his side, all self-satisfied.

“Drink. Finish it.” He holds it to my mouth. I gulp it down. I’m parched.

He smooths my hair out of my face and smiles.

“Hey, beautiful girl.”

“Hey.”

He lost his pants in the bathroom. He’s completely naked now, tan, ripped. Gorgeous.

He stretches out beside me and cups my jaw. “Are you okay?”

I hum. It’s a happy sound.

“Go to sleep now.”

I’m almost there.

But what about the boys? What if they find me in their dad’s room?

That breaks through my post-sex fog. I struggle to sit. Dizzy shakes his head and splays a heavy hand on my chest. “Go to sleep.”

“What about the kids? I should go back to Parker’s room.”

“Nope. My woman sleeps in my bed.”

“Your woman?” A burst of warmth, so bright I can hardly believe it, explodes in my chest. I’m Dizzy’s woman?

“You doubt it? Fuck. If I need to prove it again, you gotta to give me a few minutes. I ain’t twenty years old no more.”

He chuckles and sprawls back on the pillows, switching the channel to a different car show.

“You need food?”

I yawn. For first time in my life, I don’t think I could eat. “No.”

“Warm enough?”

Yes, between my still-burning ass and the human heater next to me. “I’m okay.”

“Go to sleep.” He sips his beer.

My eyes drift shut, and I curl up against his side, his arm curved around me.

I feel safe.

Cared for.

I know life is never this easy.

But I’m gonna leave worrying about it for morning.

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