Page 42 of Sparrow's Grace

My god, the man was so handsome it was unreal.

His dark lashes fanned out across his face, a face that seemed, well, to me, created from the masterpiece that every woman dreamed of being able to call hers.

A strong jaw that was evident even beneath his beard. A beard that wasn’t unruly. A beard that was trimmed neatly. And what surprised me were the little strands of light gray there.

It was hot.

Oh, and what looked even more awesome, was the black hair that fell over his forehead.

My fingers itched to feel the softness, move it on top of his head, and then let it fall, and repeat the process all over again.

I jumped slightly when I heard his voice, “You sure are something when you wake up.”

I laughed, “Your eyes have been closed this whole time. How can you know?”

He chuckled, “Didn’t I tell you earlier? I have eyes in the side of my head?”

I snorted, “Aren’t they supposed to be in the back of your head?”

He opened one of his eyes, and then locked it on me, “Angel, I don’t have to have my eyes open to know you’re gorgeous.”

I smiled, “Do you practice your lines in the mirror?”

He laughed, “I don’t need to, with you, it just comes easy.”

Then I watched as he moved that big body of his and stretched.

That was when my sleepy brain came fully online, “Wait, didn’t I fall asleep on your chest?”

He nodded, “Yeah, but I had to get up to use the bathroom, and when I came back you had moved. I didn’t want to move you, so I sat down on this side.”

I didn’t even try to hide the pout, and at his reaction, I didn’t feel embarrassed, not in the least.

All because he laughed, and then said, “Next time, I’ll do my best to hold it in, so I don’t get up if you’re asleep on my chest.”

To that, I smiled, “Thanks.”

He winked at me and then asked, “So, there’s a cookout tonight at the clubhouse so we can watch the fight. Clutch took on a kid that begged him to train him. He’s up tonight for the heavy bantamweight title. Want to go with me?”

I nodded, “Yeah, that sounds like a plan.”

Then I watched as he checked his watch and then his eyes widened, “Thank you. Can you get ready in thirty minutes? Fuck, I didn’t realize we slept that long.”

I laughed, then got up, “Yeah, I can do that.”

And I had, in fifteen minutes, I was ready.

Since I got cold at the clubhouse, I figured I needed to wear jeans, so that’s what I did. Thankfully, the jeans I picked were stretchy. I knew in a few weeks I would need to go shopping for some new pants.

I had just grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge when I closed the door and there Zeke stood.

When his eyes landed on me, he stopped walking.

Then I watched as his lips moved to form two words, “Fuck me.”

It took me a minute to respond, and I was thinking those same words as to how he was dressed.

A dark green Henley hugged his torso and his arms.

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