Chapter 129 Comfortable In Darkness

• The digital clock glowing on Cole’s nightstand read 12:17 a.m. when Quin stirred for the second time that night. The apartment was silent except for the faint hum of the fridge. She had dozed off after their earlier fuck, feeling pleasantly sore, and one of Cole’s t-shirts was wrapped tightly around her waist. Cole slept behind her, chest to back, with one of his large hands on her hip.
• A moment later, she sensed him wake up, the change in breathing, and the erection pressing hard against her ass. His hand slipped underneath the hem of the shirt, his palm warm against her belly, and then traveled lower until his fingers found the moist spot between her thighs. He didn’t say anything. He just slowly and deliberately started circling her clit until her hips started involuntarily pushing back at him.
• “Are you awake?” he asked, his lips brushing the skin of her neck.