Rob spooned Bridget as they lay under the sheet, on their left sides, his erection snuggled between her warm legs. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so well or been so contented. Still, there was this issue regarding her scars. He hadn’t seen anything in the dark, but suspected, when she’d tensed, he’d come close to touching them. Since he’d aimed at getting her relaxed and comfortable, he avoided the area. But now that it was morning, he hoped to God she wouldn’t hide them from him. Not that he was obsessed. Far from it. Lord knew he’d acquired enough scars of his own. Somehow he would get her at ease around him, to trust him. To feel safe and know any flaws, scars, or whatever, made no difference. He loved her and nothing would change that. Bridget stirred and wiggled her butt. “You got a present for me?” Man, if she kept that up, she’d have a present on her ass.
