The touch of his hand, lightly circling my belly button, woke me. Still half-asleep, I enjoyed the feel of his fingers tracing lower.
But before we could go any further, I needed to know the time.
‘Ten past seven.’ His voice was thick.
The relief of sleeping through a whole night! I smiled straight into his face. ‘Now you have my full attention.’
Afterwards, we lay together in a rosy glow. But time was passing. ‘I’ve to go, sweetie.’
‘Already?’
‘Have to drop in home, feed Crunchie, pick up a couple of things before work.’
‘Uh.’ There was that meaningful little pause. ‘Okay.’
We weren’t going there, not now. ‘Have a great trip.’
He kissed me. ‘I’ll call when I can. But it’s unpredictable.’
‘Don’t worry.’ I slid from the bed. ‘I hope it goes well. See you Sunday.’
He held my wrist. ‘I’ll miss you.’
‘I’ll miss you too.’
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