Mr. Damian (Down Payment)

“Morning, Damian,” I greeted him.

It was nearly 11 am, and he had woken up before me. He was now watching tv in the living room. I straddled him once I reached him, burying my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent.

“You smell nice,” I told him.

His chest rumbled from his soft laughter. “I haven’t taken a shower yet.”

“I know, but you smell nice.” I smiled at him. Of course, he smelled nice. As much as I loved the smell of his shampoo, soap, and perfume, his natural, masculine scent was, if I might say so, more arousing.

His arms went around mine to hold me close, and I leaned to him, nuzzling his neck.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” I asked him.

“You needed the sleep after what happened yesterday, Baby girl.” His hold on me tightened.

Oh yeah, I nearly drowned yesterday, and it scared the hell out of him. How stupid of me to run into the ocean when I couldn’t swim.