Bryce woke up with Markie curled under his arm. Her small, soft hand lay flat against his chest. Silky strands of her shiny, red hair tickled his chin. Her warm body molded perfectly to his, and that hint of cocoanut scent of hers nearly drove him insane.
They'd fallen asleep in the wee morning hours exhausted from kissing. She didn't push him for any more than what he was willing to give. He wanted to give much more than he did, but his will wasn't enough to overcome the fear - insecurity - that haunted him. What if he couldn't perform because of his injury? What if he couldn't satisfy her? A woman like her deserved a whole man. But, dammit, he couldn't seem to let her go last night. If ever there was a woman he wanted to try and make love with, it was her. But how could he be sure of himself without actually trying? Failing in front of Markie would be devastating.