I closed my eyes and he kissed my neck softly from behind. He had spooned up against my back to make us more comfortable and I sighed happily. I turned to face him to meet his lips needing the touch before I let sleep win me over.

He shifted to lean over me as I lay flat on my back and slid a hand into his hair. I could defiantly get used to this and how he could make me feel.

I started to tense when he ran a hand up my side under my shirt then back down again. I got extremely nervous even though I knew he wasn't going to do anything more. It wasn't his fault. If I hadn't had a screwed up past my body wouldn't of reacted this way. His hand drifted up again and I felt my body tremble and that is when he took note of my change.

He lifted his head to look at me, but I quickly shut my eyes so I wouldn't have to face him. He removed his hand from my side and touched my cheek. "Whats wrong?"

I covered my face and took in a deep breath. "It's not you."

He gently removed my hand from my face. "Look at me." I gave in with that and opened my eyes. I took in how caring he looked in that moment.

"It's alright." His voice was smooth and comforting.

"I'm sorry, I told you I was a screw up." I tried to sit up then, but he wouldn't let me.

"I don't care. I think you're perfect. I don't want to do anything that is going to make you uncomfortable." He shifted back so we were laying how we started and I instantly calmed. Something about his body against me like that and holding me made me feel safe.

I pulled the covers up to my chin and shut my eyes again for the last time as sleep too over.

All too soon were we woken up by his phone alarm going off. He had set it for 10AM to give himself time to take me home and then get ready for his meeting. I really didn't want to say goodbye, but I understood it was his job and something he had to do.