Her body was so slim, so… everything. His hands began to twitch with the need to touch her. Wearing deep purple lace to cover her breasts, she looked so damn perfect. Then she sighed his name. And he was lost

He was just about to move when he felt her kiss his shoulder and his chest. She was curled up against him with her hand resting low on his stomach and clearly, she was waking up. A man could easily get used to this kind of an alarm clock. “Mmm…” she purred against his skin. “Good morning.” It certainly was. “Good morning.” Abby stretched right before she slowly climbed on top of him, straddling him. Yeah, a man could definitely get used to this.

Slowly he walked into the room. Stalked, actually. That was the primitive side of him, how he felt. She didn’t move. She simply watched him approach. “I was afraid you weren’t coming,” Abby whispered after a moment and Dean caught the double entendre. “Sweetheart, trust me when I say that where you’re concerned, that’s never going to be a problem.

Sweetheart, wherever you are, that’s where I’ll be. Forever.

I can’t think of a better way to start my day.” “Get used to it,” he murmured, right before he kissed her.

Most men suck at communicating, Abby. Like, they seriously suck at it. I've been married for over thirty years and I can say this with great certainty.