“I miss falling asleep inside of you.” He smells like he’s just taken a shower, clean and masculine, and when he grabs the hem of my shirt to push it up, revealing the swell of my belly, I’m not even surprised when he kneels to greet it. “I miss waking up and fucking you. I even miss doing it beside these two fucking headcases.” He looks up to meet my gaze as he brushes his lips against the curve of my stomach. “But it’s worth the sacrifice.”
