Chapter 28 Decker
Decker
I call on every ounce of self-control I possess to force slow, even breaths.
Breath in. Breath out.
Power in. Control out.
Desire in. Restraint out.
But I can’t fucking focus on the rise and fall of my chest, because it’s not just my torso that moves with each breath.
It’s her.
Josephine is draped over me. Her arms are wrapped around my stomach and her face is smashed against my chest like I’m her favorite fucking teddy bear.
How did I not sense her shifting in the night? At the very least, I should have felt her touch. But my body betrayed me. Now I’m trapped under the supple curves of a woman who wants absolutely nothing to do with me.
The blame doesn’t solely lie with her, either.
We’re smack-dab in the middle of the bed. Cuddling at the fifty-yard line.
Fuck.
What happened? And how did I let it happen?
After she fell asleep, I put as much distance between us as possible, got myself comfortable, and passed out. There was even a pillow barricade, I swear.
She smells good. Really fucking good. And the way her body is molded over mine? She’s a perfect fit.
Though every inch of her body is pressed up against me, I keep my hands to myself. That is, until my phone buzzes on the nightstand. Then I have to softly cup the back of her head so I don’t completely dislodge her as I reach for my device.