For all his years he never realized what a fool he was. It had been engraved in his mind that a man was to protect his female, keep her safe, provide for her and he realized that he had been trying to do that to Bri when all along she was a warrior herself and wanting the same for him. There was no shot at making it work if they didn’t relent from one another. He looked at her, eyes closed, deep even breaths and she was the most beautiful woman when she sleeps. This was the definition, in his mind and his heart, of Sleeping Beauty. Simple and to the point. Her body against his, her rear pressed against his pelvis, and though his erection was desperate to be let back in, he made sure it stayed pg13 while she slept. He traced his fingers along her arm; her skin was as soft as a rose petal in bloom. He pulled the hair free from her neck where it had fallen over her shoulder and hid the beautiful swell of her breasts from him. His fingers ran through the strands of gold and the scent of coco butter and vanilla wafted through the air. A scent he realized would forever remind him of Bri.
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