Page 146 of The Fallacy of True Love
He laughed. “It’s been a while. I’ll be back—I need to go to the bathroom.”
“Me too,” I said.
We ended up sharing the shower, where I discovered just how strong Alonzo’s core was. Our moans mingled with the sound of the water as we came together against the wall.
After we caught our breaths, we washed and toweled each other off. He carried me fireman-style to the bedroom and set me down on my mattress without breaking a sweat. I promptly lay back, my eyelids drooping before I forced them open.
“Hungry?” I asked.
“Yeah, but it can wait.” He plopped next to me. “Sleep?”
I closed my eyes as he tucked me to his side. “Mmm.”
Before I knew it, I was fast asleep.
The rumbling of my stomach woke me up. My leg was slung across Alonzo’s waist, my hand on his chest, while his arm wrapped around my shoulder. My skin felt hot and sticky against his, but I didn’t want to shake him off.
This was…cozy.
Moving carefully, I craned my neck to look at his face and found him smiling down at me.
“Hi.” His gravelly voice shot right through me.
“Hi,” I whispered back. “How long have you been watching me sleep, you weirdo?”
“Not long enough.” He pulled me so my body was sprawled on top of his.
I rested my head in the middle of his chest, nuzzling between his pecs. A random thought crossed my mind that my face seemed to fit perfectly in that space.
“That feels good,” he murmured as he smoothed his hand up and down my back. “I could get used to waking up like this every day.”
So could I.
He was growing hard against my thigh, but he didn’t try anything, seeming content to trace my back over and over.
Was this what people meant by cuddling?
“I'll visit you every month,” he said.
Tilting my head, I stared at him.
He had a faraway look in his eyes, like he was planning things in his head. “They’ll probably be weekenders most of the time, but whenever there’s a holiday?—”
“That’s going to be expensive and time-consuming.”
His eyes snapped to mine. “You’re worth it. I’d come more often if I could,” he said. “At least Holy Week’s coming up.”
“No.”
He frowned. “Why not?”
“I have plans.”
“Oh.” His face fell, and guilt flooded me.
“I have a trip scheduled. To Manila.”
His jaw dropped. “Are you serious?”
