Fragile Bond

Brett and Daisy ended up sleeping on the carpeted floor of Daisy's room. When she woke sometime later, she heard his heart beating steadily. All the lights were still on, and the carpeted floor was hard and uncomfortable.

Brett lay on his back, his beautiful face youthful in sleep, his shirt lifted just enough to expose his navel and the gorgeous muscles of his abdomen. She looked at him in utter awe. This was the man she loved, the very man whose body gave her such pleasure, a man whose thoughtfulness moves her over and over again. He was still there.

But from the frown that marred the space between his brows, she knew he was still hurting. She slid her hand into his sweatpants. And for the first time since they had been together, he wasn’t hard in her palms, but he quickly swelled and thickened as she stroked him from root to tip.

Fear lingered just beneath her arousal, but she was more afraid of losing him than of living with the demons inside him. He stirred, his arm tightening