I definitely had to pick up something from Home Depot to block out that light. I didn't know how she could sleep with the brightness filling her room. She must be used to it. She looked so peaceful, sleeping very soundly. I loved waking up next to her, but I didn't like…okay, fine, I'd hated fighting with her. I didn't want to ever do that again. I knew all couples fought. I just didn't want to have the fight where she thought the door was an option. The truth was that she was deep under my skin. The good thing about our fight was that we had gotten a lot of things out in the open, and it gave us a push forward. God, I love kissing her and touching her body. Last night, I'd constantly reminded myself that I'd wanted it to be about her. She'd needed to be cherished more than she'd needed my dick. My dick had disagreed. Honestly, I'd almost exploded in my pants a couple of times. Still, I'd known it wasn't about me. I hadn't made it about me either, even though at times I'd wanted it to be about me, especially when she'd moaned and moved against my hand.
