September 6, 2016 by dellanioakes
“You hate me too?” Teague crawled on the bed, straddling her.
Vivica put the pillow aside. “You’re the only thing I don’t hate.”
“Good, cause I’d sure hate for you to hate me.” He took her hands, stretching them above her head as he kissed her.
“Someone woke up happy,” she giggled.
“Nope, woke up with a hell of a headache, but you woke up—so now I’m happy.” He kissed her again, letting his lips drift to her shoulder.
© 2016 Dellani Oakes