59: Trust

I snuggled deeper into the familiar embrace of Zion and I relished the comfort he brought me as his hands rubbed down my back while holding me close protectively like he was scared to lose me.

I know he's awake and likewise but we make no effort to move or even say anything. We just enjoy the quiet morning, listening to the annoying birds on my windows who had made it their morning task to annoy the hell out of me.

I don't know how long we lay there until I decide to take a big bite of the skin above his nipples. He was inviting, the wall he laid naked on my bed with our legs tangled against the sheets.

He was on his back and I was laying on top of him with the sheets riding low on our bodies only covering about an inch of my butt.

“How are you feeling?” Zion’s thick morning baritone made me shiver as tingles wrap around my core but my sore muscles are a great reminder that I can't do any more extra activities if I want to walk straight today.

“Fine, I guess. I'm still mad at you so