chapter 102

Bri

It was several days later and only a few days before Wyatt returned home when Beau announced with glee that I was no longer at risk of falling pregnant. Thank fuck. We had been lazing around his room reading a particularly filthy novel to each other and laughing at the characters.

I was sprawled out on his bed in nothing but panties and a bra, on my belly with ankles crossed and feet up in the air.

He came up behind me pushing my legs apart and crawling over me, he kissed up my spine and I tensed a bit as he reached the scars but he steadily continued over them as if they didn't exist, sliding his arms in the gaps between my elbows and my body wrapping them around the top of my chest, pressing his cheek against my head. I folded my arms on the bed in front of me, tilting my head to peer over my shoulder as I lay my head against my arms, his lips brushing my ear which he kissed, causing me to shiver.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey,” he parroted.

“Have you thought about what we talked about?