Chapter 37
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
KENSINGTON, TEXAS
Oxytocin and vasopressin are two other chemicals released during orgasm which are also associated with sleep. These differ highly from tryptophan, an amino acid released after eating yourself into stasis.
—Fab and Delish
After an incredible round of phone sex, Fallon’s curled on her side. I take a long look at her. She’s practically asleep, poor thing.
Actually, now that I study her face, she might as well be passed out. Her face, relaxed from its typical animation, appears fragile—the skin beneath her eyes almost bruised. “Why are you so exhausted, baby?” I murmur, not quite loud enough to wake her.
I study her face for a long period of time before letting my gaze drift over to long blond hair cascading over her shoulders, almost but not quite hiding her perfect breasts. Trailing my gaze down over her flat stomach, I stare at the place between her legs where her hand is protectively notched.
Where my hand should be, I mentally correct myself.
If I was close enough to hold her.
I kick myself for not making time to get out to see her in the last few weeks. If I was holding her, she would be able to let go of the burdens she’s carrying, share them.
Since she’s so zonked, I lift my fingers to my lips and press them against the screen. My voice is barely audible when I whisper, “I love you, Fallon. There isn’t a damn thing I wouldn’t do for you.” I inhale sharply before asking, “So, what are you hiding from me?”
She doesn’t twitch or stir, letting me know my secret—that this young nymph has captured my heart—is still safely tucked away because now I know it’s not safe to share.