“What if we stayed here? Just like this?” I wished we could. I laid in bed, draped on top of him as Hunter drew circles on my shoulder blades. I had been snuggled against him since last night, feeling warm and content. “Gabbi,” he chuckled. “We can’t. I have a job. You have a job.” “I know,” I said, shutting my eyes. How did I explain his arms felt like my home?
