Page 72 of Perfect Enough
“I think I’ll close my eyes for just a bit,” she whispered as she snuggled against me, quickly drifting to sleep.
While she slept in my arms, the only thing I could think about was how much I wanted to fall asleep just like this for the rest of my life.
The following day, I woke early to get ready for my shift at the fire station. Sophia was sleeping peacefully, so I didn’t want to wake her until I had to. Slipping out of the bedroom, I took a quick shower then made my way to the kitchen to whip up some French toast and scrambled eggs.
“Morning.”
Sophia’s sweet voice caused me to look up and smile just as I finished cooking. She walked into the kitchen wearing one of my T-shirts. She was stunning.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” I replied, pouring her a cup of coffee.
She yawned and took the cup I handed to her.
“I can’t believe we fell asleep so early and I still slept through the entire night.”
“You’re not normally a heavy sleeper?” I asked, putting some eggs on a plate with French toast.
“Not really. I toss and turn all night, but I slept like a baby last night.” She took the plate and slipped up onto a stool at the island. “Thank you for this! Maybe it was because you had me in your arms all night.”
I winked as I poured syrup onto my French toast. “That might have something to do with it.”
“Did you sleep well?”
Nodding, I answered, “I did. Slept like the dead, if I’m being honest. It was sheer luck that I woke up when I did. I forgot to set my alarm for this morning.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re not late, are you? You didn’t have to make us breakfast.”
I laughed softly. “I’m not late, and I like making breakfast. I also liked waking up with you by my side even more.”
“I liked it, too.”
“What are your plans for today?” I asked.
“Heading back home. I normally have lunch with my mother on Sundays if she’s available, so I’ll give her a shout here in a bit and see if we can do today since we missed yesterday. Other than that, no plans. Chloe will probably want to know all the deets.”
“The deets?”
She grinned. “She knows I stayed the night with you.”
“How?”
“It was her phone call that woke me up. She asked where I was, and I told her I’d stayed with you. Her first question afterthatwas, ‘How was the sex?’”
Laughing, I asked, “What did you say?”
“I told her the truth. That your tongue needs to be designated a national treasure because it’s wickedly good at pleasure.”
“Well, I could say the same thing about you, Ms. Montgomery.”
Her cheeks blushed. “I’m going to miss you the next few days.”
“I’ll miss you, too.” I pushed my eggs around and asked, “Are you teaching Monday through Thursday this week like normal?”
“I’m pretty sure I am. I pick up a class or two occasionally for my mother or the other instructor working for us when needed, but I’ll find out tomorrow morning if anyone needs covering this week.”
“What do you teach to which ages?”
She smiled. “I teach tap to children ages eight and up on Mondays and Wednesdays. I teach our Tiny Ballerinas, ages three to six, on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I also teach a hip-hop class for ages six to eight.”