Page 145 of Micah

She is all that matters.

She is everything.

And I might not be a good man, but I am her man.

Usually about this time of night my fingers would be itching to work, but not tonight.

Tonight, my body, heart, and mind know this is more important.

She is more important.

I pull the blankets back and slide in beside her, careful not to disturb her.

The mattress dips.

Her eyes flutter open almost immediately.

Sleepy brown eyes find mine.

Then she smiles.

Not a big smile.

One meant just for me—and I cherish it.

My chest aches for this beautiful woman.

“Hey,” she whispers.

“Hey.”

She scoots a little closer without seeming to realize she's doing it.

“You okay?”

“I should be asking you that.”

A tiny laugh escapes her.

“I think...”

She yawns.

“I think you fucked me stupid, Micah Fiero.”

I bark out a laugh. Goddamn, she is irresistible.

I never know what the heck is gonna come out of her pretty mouth, and I can’t wait to find out.

“That right?”

“Maybe,” she says, and giggles. Then, more seriously, “I'm finally starting to believe tonight's over.”

I pull her closer to me and wrap my arms around her soft, warm body.

“It is, Princess. I've got you.”

She studies my face for a long moment.