"This story is mildly boring," she teased and his hand moved down her back to slap her ass. It was gentle, but with the spanking earlier, it stung. "Fine, I'll shut up," she said with a smile.
"I was getting to the interesting part. So I come home from work one afternoon and the apartment was empty. At first I thought we were robbed, had my cell out to call the cops. But then I realized it wasn't tossed or anything. It was fucking empty. She even took the rolls of toilet paper out of the cabinet," he said, smiling at the memory.
Faith laughed, shaking her head. "What'd you do to piss her off?"
"I said we shouldn't get a dog."
"Well, right there is where you fucked up. Girls are serious about their puppies."
"Yeah, babe, but there was a strict no animals policy on our lease."
Faith chuckled again. "So she was just nuts."
"Something like that." His arm went around her hips and pulled her as he rolled onto his back, pulling her onto his chest. "So now you owe me one."
"What? You're cashing in right now?"
His chest rumbled under hers as his hand moved up to sift through her still-damp hair. "Nah, baby. Right now, I'm fucking beat. So we're gonna sleep. Then I think I might fuck you again before I hit the gym while you do your class."
"You're gonna try to catch me off-guard."
"Maybe," he agreed.
"You realize by putting it off, you're increasing the chances of me coming up with stories I am willing to tell you instead of being put on the spot and blurting a possibly uncomfortable one."
"Not if I pick the topic," he trumped her. "Go to sleep, baby."
"You know," she said, finding herself suddenly uncomfortable with how too comfortable she was with him in her bed, "I'm not really a close contact sleeper."
"Yeah, well, that's too fucking bad, isn't it?"
And that, apparently, was that.
His arms tightened around her, preventing the escape she didn't really want, but knew she should want.
A couple short minutes later, his breathing went slow and even and his weight went lax, his arms even heavier on her back.
So she stopped trying to pretend to fight it.
And she did what she really wanted to do- she fell asleep in his arms.
ELEVEN
Faith
She woke up to something tickling her nose, trying to lift her arm to brush it away to find that her arm was asleep and it fell, a complete dead weight, onto her face. "Ow," she grumbled, picking the arm up by the wrist with her other hand and moving it away.
"That was graceful," a deep, masculine, amused voice said, snapping her fully awake.
Then she was hyper aware of the fact that she was on her back with the sheets down so low that her hipbones were on display. Her dry hair was a mess around her pillows and face. Her nipples were hard from the cool air.
And Daniel was in bed with her, sheets around his waist, sitting up against the headboard, looking down at her.
"Yeah, I'm not one of those girls."
"What girls?"
"The perfect in the morning girls. And if you try to put your mouth anywhere near mine right now, you're going to end up with bruises."
First thing in the morning unbrushed-teeth kissing was absolutely not sexy.
"Well my mouth wanted to be somewhere decidedly lower than your mouth, so I think I am safe," he said, eyes getting heated as his lips curled into a devilish smile.
"Well, I guess I don't have to..." she started as her head looked toward her nightstand. Then she was flying upward. "What the fuck, Daniel?" she shrieked as she got off the bed, completely naked and scrambling toward the dresser against the back wall.
"What?" he asked, watching her as she ran around wildly, yanking panties up her legs and throwing on a bra that didn't match, then slamming a drawer and opening another.
"It's eleven-fifteen!" she hissed. "You've been up long enough to try to tickle me awake. How did you not check the time? Damn it. Fuck," she said as she yanked on yoga pants and a tank top then ran toward the bathroom. She came back out a couple seconds later, scrubbing her teeth with her toothbrush, foam on her lips as she tripped around to slip her feet into socks and shoes.
"Babe, relax," Daniel said, pulling his pants back up his legs. "You can be five minutes late."
"I know that being," she started, going back into the bathroom and rinsing her mouth then coming back out, "a girl usually means being late. But as much as I am not a perfect in the morning girl, I'm not a late to everything girl," she explained, grabbing her wallet and keys and making a mad dash toward the door. But when she got there, Daniel was in her way. "I have to go," she told him, reaching up to slip her messy hair into a ponytail.