Happy

I inhale, taking in the moment. My damp hair is spread on the pillow beneath me, but I feel so good that it doesn’t bother me.

My skin is also still damp from the shower, but I’m surrounded by warmth, and the smile on my face hasn’t left. My legs are tangled with Ryker’s as we lay across the makeshift bed.

His fingers trace lazy patterns along my arm, my waist and the curve of my hip. I shudder.