Page 115 of Where We Fall

I shrug despite the fact that he can’t see me. “No. It’s just extra cute when you’re asleep.”

He doesn’t say anything, so I’m thrown off guard when the comforter flies up, and his arms wrap around my body. He throws me down on the sheets and rolls on top of me.

“Cute…sweet…innocent…” he draws out. “These are not words that people normally use to describe me.”

“Well,” I smile. “I think they should. You’re cute. Especially when your mouth hangs open when you sleep. I can almost picture younger Marcus when I look at you.”

His hand grips the side of my stomach and squeezes.

“Maybe I don’t want that to be how you describe me when we’re in bed together.”

I try to contain the laughter as he continues to tickle my side.

“Stop!” I barely get out.

“Only if you promise to only ever describe me with words like sexy and skilled in the bedroom.”

I want to refuse, but I also desperately need him to stop tickling me. I decide to cross my fingers when I respond.

“Fine! Fine!” I breathe heavily.

He stops, and I can finally breathe again. His smile spreads across his face effortlessly.

“Good. I was gonna have to,” he begins but stops abruptly. I see his eyes zero in on my fingers, which I now realize are still crossed. “Did you cross your fingers when you said that?”

“Uhhh, noo,” I lie with them still crossed.

He gasps. “You little shit.”

His hand comes back to my side, and my laugh continues.

“Okay, okay.” I hold my hands up to show I’m not crossing any fingers. “I promise.”

“I don’t know if I can trust you anymore. You're sneaky.”

He kisses my neck.

“But…” Another kiss. “You’re beautiful.”

Kiss.

“I think…”

Kiss

“I can forgive you.”

I close my eyes and focus on the feelings his lips on my body evoke.

After he spends an adequate amount of time worshipping my body, making me come twice before sliding into me, we get cleaned up in the shower.

“What are the plans for today?” he asks after he takes a sip of coffee.

We’re sitting on the couch together after enjoying a nice breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast.

“Hmmm. Well, I wanted to stop by and see my mom. Since she had such a good day yesterday, I figured we could bring her a little treat.”

“Of course. What kind of treat are you thinking?”

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