“I’d rather keep you,” she half yawns, her body snuggling closer to mine. Her body fits so perfectly with mine. “Sleep, love. I’m here,” I tell her, pressing my lips to her bare shoulder. “I won’t be able to if you keep doing that,” she wiggles against me, and I harden because it’s impossible not to when her body is pressed against me. “Neither will I if you keep doing that,” I groan.
