Billie Bob Jones
I rubbed my nose against his strong chest breathing in his scent so deeply I hoped it became part of my lungs. The warmth of his body seeped through the thin cotton of his pyjamas as he held me delicately.
I knew for a fact Bobby from six months ago would look at me in horror by the current situation I was in, but I also knew a large part of me would be happy to see that there was life and romance out there for the cowboy who always felt so lost.
Being with Benedito had turned me into some love sick teenager.
It was the early hours of the morning but I was in no rush to get out bed since it was Saturday. Plus Benedito's body was too comfortable for me to want to start my day.
"Are you planning to stay in bed all day?" he snickered as I pressed my body closer to his.
"Maybe," I mumbled as a small smile played on my lips.
