Page 81 of Her Sensual Protector

“I’m not. I promise. I’m not.”

She clutched him tighter. Her legs, her sheath, her hands gripped his forearms. She needed to know he was real, that he was hers.

“You’re killing me, Daisy,” he gasped. “Come for me.”

“Not without you,” she cried out. She couldn’t explain it, but they had to be together in this always.

Always.

Together.

Tears dripped down her temples.

He moved his hand and his thumb brushed her clit, circling it. She shattered, shouting his name. Begging him to come with her.

“I’m here, Daisy. Always.”

* * *

Something was tickling her neck.

Daisy brushed at it with her fingers, trying to make it go away, but it stayed. Again, she felt something around her neck. It seemed familiar, but not really. She looked over her shoulder and found Leo lying on his side, one arm curled around her, sound asleep. But as soon as she lifted up to leave the bed, his eyes popped open.

“Where are you going?”

“Bathroom.”

“S’okay. Come back soon. Like having you in my arms.”

She hurried to the connecting bathroom, shut the door, and turned on the light. She had to blink a couple of times to adjust her eyes, then she went over to the mirror to see what was around her neck.

It was a St. Christopher’s necklace. But it wasn’t hers. It had a different gold chain and a different medal. But that’s what it was. She held onto the medal, letting her hand warm it. She breathed deep, wet gulps of air. Leo had done this. He had gotten her a new necklace.

Who else would think to do this?

She looked at herself in the mirror.

“I’m so scared, but it doesn’t matter, because I love him so much,” she whispered to her image. “I’m happier to be in love and to tell him I love him, than scared if he rejects me.”

She grabbed for some toilet paper to wipe away a couple of tears and blow her nose. Look at me, being all emotionally mature. She continued to smile in the mirror, wiping up tears and staring at her new necklace.

She only jumped a little at the soft knock on the door.

“You okay in there?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Honey, you’ve been in there over twenty minutes mumbling to yourself.”

Daisy laughed and opened up the door. There stood her man in all of his confused naked glory.

“I talk to myself sometimes.”

He nodded solemnly. “I’m catching on.”

“You gave me this necklace. You had it waiting here for me.” She clasped it in her hand like she was afraid it would disappear.

“Actually, I told my mom exactly what I needed and she FaceTimed me so I could choose it. It was here waiting for me when I got home.”