He was awake, even though he pretended not to be. His strong arms circled me, pulling me tighter that space became a thing for the imaginations.
"Malachai," I called out, exasperated as my head was buried in his chest. His doing, or course.
He hummed, not letting me go. "I'm still here, Malachai. I'm not going anywhere."
"Never?"
"Never," the promise ran in the air as he finally let me come up to see his perfectly handsome face. My hand ruffled his long silver hair.
He breathed me in and sighed, contented, "Just checking."
I pushed him away, "I have work to do. So do you!" But he grabbed my waist and flipped me onto my back. My husband was on top of me, his eyes filled with so much adoration that it made me want to burst.
"All I want to do is spend the day with my beautiful mate."
"Well, well, have things to do, so that can't happen, now. Rain check for Saturday?"
