Chapter 18

Right now, he is sitting with his back to me on the side of the bed I am lying on. So, I adjusted the slippery spaghetti strap of my silk nightgown before she gently snuggled up and hugged me from behind.

"Morning Clark." I greeted wearily as I pressed my ear to his broad shoulder. The tension in my muscles immediately disappeared when I heard the calming rhythm of his solid heartbeats.

"It's almost noon so, it's no longer good morning," he said softly. "Also, it's not Clark. It's Ruther you're talking to."

Oh ...I squeezed my nose tighter into the corner of his neck. I lightly gave...