I don’t want to get up. Ever. I don’t even want to roll over to my side. Face down on the pillow with my pale freckled ass for the world to see is how I want to live the rest of my life. Chipper can’t move either. My foot rests on his warm leg, keeping me from freezing.

Then Chipper reaches down and yanks the blanket over us. Now I’m covered up and warm, so I’m pretty certain this is where I will live for the rest of my life.

“Are you hungry?” Chipper asks in a muffled voice.

Without opening my eyes, I whisper, “We just ate a few hours ago.”

“No, we ate twelve hours ago. It’s tomorrow now. The sun is out. The birds are chirping. People are out and about.”

“What’s your point?”

“I don’t have one. No, wait, I do. It’s my job to keep you from starving to death. I need to protect my woman from famine.”

Snickering, I refuse to open my eyes. “I’ll die from dehydration long before I starve. You worry too much.”

“In that case, shut up and go back to sleep. When you wake up later, make me feed you. It’s my duty as your man.”

“Okay.”

We fall silent for what feels like only a few minutes. Except time must have passed because my bladder now screams for relief in the same way my vagina begged for orgasms the night before.

I lift my head from the pillow to find the sun in the afternoon position. Next to me, Chipper sleeps on his back with his long, muscular left leg hanging off the bed and his dick relaxing on his right thigh. I take a long moment to wonder how I fit such a monster snake in my body. Finally, I force my tired ass out of bed.

In the bathroom, I pee for what feels close to an hour. Then I step into his stone shower and under the hot water.

“That’s the magic,” I whisper, smiling as the heat washes away my fatigue and leaves me refreshed.

Minutes later, I’m out of the shower while Chipper remains unmoved. I walk to the bed and lean over his splendid body. Dripping water on his chest from my wet hair, I watch him slowly wake.

“Hello, gorgeous,” I murmur and kiss his forehead. “Get the heck up so we can prepare for your family’s arrival.”

“My family doesn’t love me like sleep does.”

“Sleep doesn’t love you like I do, and I want you to get up.”

“Are you still naked?” he asks, opening his eyes just enough to check my state of undress.

“Yes. My nipples and crotch are too sensitive for clothes. I figure I’ll go commando for a while.”

“I might have sucked them senseless.”

“So, so much. Looks like I might need to trim my nails,” I say and caress the scratches on his chest. “You might want to get peroxide on those too.”

“Did you enjoy last night?” Chipper asks and takes my hand in his.

I move his hand to the spot between my legs. “Do you feel how swollen and tender I am? That’s a woman very much content with her first night of the sex.”

“The sex,” he says and snorts. “You’re so odd. It’s one of the reasons I love you.”

“And your ability to get your lazy butt out of bed is one of the reasons why I love you.”

Chipper groans loudly and full of drama while rolling out of bed. “I don’t wanna get up.”

“You said you would feed me.”

Grinning, he rubs his face and then his head until he’s a mess. “Too bad we’re having people over for pizza, or I’d order us something to eat in bed. I like you naked.”

“I’ll be naked again in a few hours after everyone’s gone for the evening.”

“Yes, you will,” he says, standing and giving my cheek a kiss. “Once I brush my teeth, I’m going to tango with your tonsils, Breezy.”

I sit on the bed and wrap a sheet around my chilling skin. Chipper hums while in the bathroom. He emerges wearing only a smile.

“No more,” I whisper, staring at his chopper.

“No worries. I think you broke my dick last night,” he says, cupping my cheek. “Good girl.”

“I did my best.”

Chipper walks to a nearby door, opening it to reveal a deep closet. “When you’re ready to share a bedroom, I have plenty of space for the slim pickings you call a wardrobe.”

“I don’t need more clothes.”

“Yes, you do,” he says, emerging in a robe with another one hanging from his arm. “It gets fucking cold in Tennessee, and nothing you own is ready for snow and ice.” Chipper stops at the bed and gestures for me to stand. “No need for us to get dressed when we’ll just strip down again in the hot tub. This will keep you warm,” he says and rests a dark blue robe on my shoulders.

I slide my arms into the warm fabric and tie the front. “Thank you.”

“We’ll eat breakfast sandwiches and relax in the hot tub. Isaac can pick up the pizza crap for dinner,” he says, taking my hand and guiding me out of the bedroom. “After the hot tub, we’ll get dressed and host the family. Just a normal night with normal people.”

Too relaxed to disagree with any part of his plan, I eat the sandwich and drink the orange juice he gives me. When Chipper wants to sit naked in the hot tub, I drop my robe as if I’ve lived my entire life nude. I’m a new kind of me, detached from yesterday’s problems. At home in my skin with this man, I never want this bliss to end.