Chapter 32 Call From The City

• The first thing I notice is the sunlight spilling across my face, and warming my skin until I can’t ignore it anymore. I blink a few times, letting my vision adjust, and when I turn my head, I find Ric sprawled across the bed beside me. He’s naked, lying on his stomach, his breathing steady and quiet.
• His face is turned away, buried partially in the white satin pillow, but it’s the rest of him that holds my attention. The muscles of his back ripple faintly with each breath, tapering down to his hips, and then — God help me — his ass, perfectly sculpted and shamelessly on display.
• It's a sight that could make anyone forget their troubles. His black hair streaked with grey curls slightly at the nape of his neck, and I close my fingers into a fist, ignoring the urge to reach out and touch it, just to feel its softness under my fingertips.