Page 109 of The Reason I Married Him
He nods. “Yes, but let me just try this first.”
Wanting to just get to sleep and knowing his persistence, I give in. Whatever he wants to do, might as well let him so we can move on and sleep.
“Fine,” I say. “But don’t touch any private parts.”
He smirks. “All private parts are off the table. Now turn away from me.”
“Turn away from you?” I ask, confused.
“Yes, turn away from me.”
Unsure of what he’s doing, I turn away from him and tuck my head against my pillow while lying on my side.
I wait there for a few seconds, wondering what the hell he’s doing, then I feel his warm body come right up behind mine.
His warmth to my cold immediately sends me into a panic.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I ask.
“Shh,” he says as he moves in another inch.
He’s very slow, deliberate, like he has a plan he’s wanted to execute for a while and has finally got a chance. He’s not going to make a mistake.
He slides his hand to my side and then moves in another inch so his legs touch mine and his chest is to my back.
I stiffen when his hand moves over my stomach.
And when he pulls me in the rest of the way, right up against his large, protective body, every part of me stills.
My pulse.
My muscles.
My breath.
Everything is put on hold as he scoops me against his body, and his head rests right against mine.
He’s . . . he’s spooning me.
Holding me.
Cuddling me.
My fight or flight kicks in.
I want to squirm away.
I want to donkey-kick my legs back, convincing him I don’t want anyone near me.
I want to scream that this is not what we do.
But then, something is in the back of my head, something telling me that this . . . this is nice.
It battles and wars with the fight in my head. Telling me that this is not something I deserve, not something I need in life. I don’t offer affection, and affection is never offered to me.
I feel like a scared cat, waiting to pounce, ready to flee, but with each deep breath Wyatt takes, the edge of panic creeping up my spine slowly abates. The uneasiness recedes. My body is slowly starting to relax as he holds me every second longer and doesn’t want to leave.
Doesn’t want to flee from me.
