Golden Box Book Publishing GBBPub February Magazine | Page 19

Bony Lump rolls over and pulls me to him gently, hugging me,
patting my shoulder.
“It was just a nightmare, my love. I'm right here. You're safe,” he
whispers sweetly in a sexy, sleepy voice. “Go back to sleep. You’re
safe. I’ll protect you. Always.” He kisses my head gently. He has a
wonderful voice. British accent. Kind. Reassuring. Gentle. Loving.
Very touching.
So, what else could I do but fall asleep in his arms, with my hand on
his just-hairy-enough chest, breathing in his familiar scent.
“Good morning, sweetheart. I'm so glad to see you're feeling better
this morning. Why don't I make us some coffee? Okay?”
I nod as I put on the pink robe I find at the foot of the bed to cover
myself. All this sweet talk and he makes coffee, too? He got up,
unfolding a tall, slim, very attractive body. I watch his perfect naked
body walk over to the coffee pot in the entryway, rethinking my 'Hey,
Bozo' speech. Soon I heard the puffing and dripping of a coffeemaker.
“Yes, I do feel better,” I agree with him, “but how did you know?”
He lets out a squeaky laugh while putting on his robe. Damn.
“Easy. You didn't scream at me at the top of your lungs, or call me
‘Buddy,’ or the more gangster-like version ‘Buster,’ or my absolute all-
time favorite morning insult, the clownish ‘Bozo.’ And you didn’t
order me to get the hell out of here, as you gestured toward the door
like a demented flight attendant during the emergency drill on the flight
to hell. You didn’t tell me to leave you alone. And you didn’t threaten
me with legal action.”
“Legal action?”
“To get our marriage annulled.”
“Oh.” I nod. “Sorry.”