“Stop worrying. I’m fine—better than fine. Sore”—his muscles tensed—“but that’s to be expected. There had to be a first, and I’m glad it was you.” A cloud flashed across his eyes and he pulled me closer, hugged me tighter, and held on to me like I was a buoy in a hurricane. “What’s wrong?” I asked softly. His lips tickled my shoulder. “Nothing. Let’s get some sleep.” He pulled the blankets up higher.
