I woke the next day wrapped tightly in Travis' arms. After he told me about his father, I didn't dare ask anything else. Instead, I allowed him to pick up where we had left off when my jealousy had gotten the best of me. Something about the desperateness I felt from Travis when he had made love to me was different, it was almost like he expected me to disappear at any given moment. I didn't know if it was him feeling vulnerable after revealing his dark past to me, or true worry that I wouldn't want him.
After going many, many rounds, he finally settled down and allowed me to get some sleep.
Stretching I turned over facing Travis' sleeping form. I had to admit that when he was sleeping, he was handsome. To be exact, when his mouth was shut, he was handsome. With his long black hair that framed his face, his thick eyelashes, even his full lips surrounded by his goatee. He truly was a sexy man.
"Done staring?" Travis asked, lips turning up into a smirk.