Tessa

I sit between Sean’s legs, his back against the headboard and my back to his bare chest. We’ve lain in bed all day, and the sun is finally starting to set. I know I need to go home and get stuff ready for work tomorrow, but I dread leaving. I want to wake up in his arms every morning like I’ve done for the past two days.

His arms are wrapped around me. His tattoos seem brighter than normal against my pale skin. I run my fingers up and down his thick ...