I spoke without thinking. “You wake up as pretty as your woman.” Nash slow-blinked, rolling his shoulders, wincing. “That ain’t true.” He was wrong, but the words kinda washed over me as his voice reeled me in. Whatever Nash was saying, I could listen to him talk all day. Mellow, deep, masculine, everything about him was a tranquilliser to my fucked-up soul. Except the wanting to bang him part.
