Page 37 of My Ex-Military Biker

She lifts her head slightly to look at me. "Keeping me?"

"Yeah. You're mine now. That's how this works."

"Possessive."

"Already established that."

"Just making sure you know I heard it."

"You got a problem with it?"

She's quiet for a moment, considering. "No. I don't think I do. Is that bad?"

"No."

"You sure?"

"I don't say things I don't mean. You know that by now."

She puts her head back down. Hand still on my chest. "Okay."

"Okay what?"

"Okay I'm yours. And you're mine. Because if this is possessive it goes both ways."

Fair enough.

The sky outside is getting lighter. Gray shifting to pale blue. I need to get up. Check in with Clint. See how Perry's doing. Start the day.

Don't want to move yet.

"You need to get up," she says like she's reading my mind.

"In a minute."

"You just told me you always wake up early."

"I do. Doesn't mean I'm getting up right now."

She makes a sound that might be a laugh. "Why not?"

"Because you're here and I'm not done lying here with you."

That stops her. When she speaks again her voice is quieter. "Okay."

We lie there.

The house is completely silent except for our breathing, the world outside starting to wake up but not reaching us yet.

Eventually I make myself move. Sit up. The wound across my ribs pulls but it's healing clean.

Another few days and I'll barely notice it.

She shifts when I move, watching me. The sheet falls further and I can see more marks. Her breasts, her stomach, her thighs.

Everywhere I touched.

"Stop looking at me like that," she says.