Caveman Tendencies

Sienna

It's suddenly cold when he slides off me and goes into the bathroom. I hear water running, and a few minutes later, he returns. He's cleaned himself and now cleans me with a warm washcloth.

"I can do that." I try to take the cloth from him.

"Stay," he says like a caveman.

When he's finished cleaning me, he goes back into the bathroom to get rid of the towel before returning and switching out the light. He lies down beside me.

I turn my back to him, meaning to slide to the other side of the bed, but he wraps his big arm around me and pulls me to him. He holds me there, tight against his chest.

He doesn't say a word, he doesn't let me go, not for a second and all I can think is how warm he is. How soft his skin is over all that muscle and I find myself melting into him. Again, this feeling of something solid at my back. Something safe.

I should pull away. This is too close. But when I try, he just tightens his grip.

"Sleep," he says as if he hears my thoughts, hears the chaos in