Page 53 of Where We Fall

I walk over to the oversized chaise lounge chair and get comfortable. Marcus follows me, then scoots beside me, snuggling up to my side.

"What are you doing?" I ask, not that I mind, but I figured he'd find his own book.

"I've never read this book before. Read to me."

He rests his head on my chest, and my heart flutters. This is so much more intimate than anything we've ever done before. It feels like we've just crossed the line from having sex to something bigger.

I take a big gulp of wine before I open the book.

As I start to read out loud, he plays with the ends of my hair. This side of him is one I would've never guessed. I know Work Marcus and have heard of Ladies' Man Marcus. But this man, he is like a dream come true.

I'm not sure how much time has passed, but I've already read three chapters. He's been quiet for a while now. I look down and see his eyes closed and his breathing slow and even.

He's asleep. I look at his face while he rests on my chest, and I can't deny it anymore. The rate at which I'm falling for this man is alarming. I should get up and go home tonight to try and gain some control over these feelings. But he's too comfy and warm, and I don't want to leave him.

I put the book on the table next to me and rest my head on the back of the chair.

Before I know it, I'm drifting off to sleep with the most gorgeous man I've ever laid eyes on, asleep on my chest.

Chapter Sixteen

Marcus

Iwakeuptothe familiar scent of Lexi. We're tangled in my sheets, my arm wrapped around her stomach.

Sometime last night, I woke up to find myself asleep in her arms. Instead of waking her and risking her leaving in the middle of the night, I carried her to my bed.

Having her here in my house just makes everything feel better. I like waking up to my arms wrapped around her. I also like seeing her in my shirt. It brings out the caveman in me.

It's the oddest thing. I never felt like this with the women I've been with in the past. Lexi is bringing out a side of me I didn't know existed. I've seen it in my brothers with their wives, and to be honest, I was always jealous of what they had.

She starts to wiggle around, stretching her arms out in front of her.

"Morning," I say as I lean up on my elbow.

"Mmmm…morning."

"How can you look so damn beautiful in the morning?" I ask.

I know it sounds like a line, but it's not. She looks like an angel lying in my white sheets.

"Oh, stop it. I know the kind of women you've been with. I'm nothing compared—" she starts, but I cover her mouth with my hand.

"Don't you dare say what you're going to say. If you ever belittle just how gorgeous you are, I will have to punish you. Do you understand me?"

She nods her head as I lift my hand off her mouth.

"Good. Now, let's get up and get some breakfast."

"Are we going out for breakfast?" she asks as she rolls out of my bed and glances down at herself.

"Nah. I want you all to myself. Don't you even dare think about changing out of my shirt."

She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to look tough. I try not to smile. I also try to ignore her hard nipples that are poking through my shirt.

"Fine. But you can't put a shirt on."

"I can't wear a shirt?"

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