His arms wrapped around her and he felt the rise and fall of her chest. He always woke early, but the sensual woman next to him made him sleep in an hour later than normal. The fresh scent of her hair filled him and he wondered how he could ever say goodbye to her when she woke up. He didn’t want her to leave.She rustled under his arms and he knew she was waking. He didn’t move. One hand lay over her and on her belly. Her breathing deepened slowly as she became more aware of her surroundings. Slowly she tried to lift his hand off her and wiggle out of his arms.“You’re not trying to leave, are you?” he asked.Her body tensed under his hands, then relaxed.“No, of course not,” she said, and he frowned at the lie. “I wanted to get more comfortable.”His fantasies were foolish. She wanted to leave and he was holding her back. For what? Some sort of relationship that was never going to happen. With her trying to escape so early in the morning, maybe he should just let he go, and lessen whatever pain he had coming?“I know you have to get going,”
