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turn my back to him knowing that he will wrap himself around me, which he does. His front presses firmly against my back so that we’re spooning. His arm comes around my ribs where he plants his hand on my chest over my heart. I’m still in my clothes but it still feels so good to have his body against mine.
    Tucker tenderly kisses the back of my neck. “I’ve missed this.”
    I put my hand over his and lace our fingers together over my heart. “Me, too.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
    ~ Chapter Four ~
     
    ~ Tucker ~
     
    I wake up the next morning, my body intertwined with Dennis’. I can tell that he is still asleep because he is breathing deeply and snoring lightly. I soak it in because I don’t how he’s going to feel about me being here when he wakes up. I’m expecting him to pull back and put some distance between us. I know he still doesn’t trust me. He thinks I’m going to just pick up and leave at any moment, or just not come home one day from work. I’ve caught him every now and then watching me over the past few days, suspicion in his eyes.
    I’m in my underwear but Dennis is still in his clothes from yesterday. After he closed himself away to call Lizette about their dad, he never returned, and I’m assuming he fell asleep without getting undressed. He even still has his prosthetic on.
    He’s sleeping on his back and I’m half covering him with my body. I have my head on his shoulder and his arm is around me. My legs are tangled together with his. I slept better for the few hours I spent with Dennis than I have all week. I pull in a deep breath, breathing in his scent. Damn, I love the way he smells.
    Knowing I might wake him, but desperately needing to feel his body again, I slip my hand up under the hem of his T-shirt. I run my hand up his abs to his chest before moving back down over his flat stomach. Dennis pulls in a deep breath as he shifts slightly under me. He turns his head toward mine and kisses my forehead.
    “I gotta pee,” he grumbles before extracting himself from me.
    He clambers to his feet and shuffles out of the room. I sigh and roll over onto my back. Scrubbing my hands over my face, I mourn the loss of his body against mine. Who knows when he’ll let me get close to him again.
    Dennis returns to the bedroom a couple of minutes later. He stops at the end of the bed and shoves his hands onto his hips, his expression thoughtful.
    “I have a problem,” he says.
    I frown. “Okay?”
    “I don’t have a car anymore and I have work tonight. How the hell am I supposed to get there?”
    A slow grin curls my lips. Dennis frowns and hangs his head.
    “Goddammit.” He sighs.
    “Looks like you’re gonna have to ride bitch.” I snicker.
    “I’m gonna call Duke; see if he can drive me,” he grunts.
    “I’m pretty sure Duke is busy tonight. He’s going to a party or something,” I tell him.
    “Fuck!” Dennis bites out and rakes a hand through his hair. “I really need to get another car.”
    “You could ask Lizette?” I offer, knowing he’s not going to bother his nine-month pregnant sister for a ride.
    “No, definitely not. And I remember Lizzie telling me that Renegade is away for the weekend,” he grunts.
    “Then bitch it is.” I chuckle.
    “I hate your bike right now,” he grumbles, looking miserable. 
    I laugh.
    “Sorry?”
    “You’re not sorry,” he sneers at me.
    “No, you’re right, I’m not. I can’t wait to get you on the back of my bike,” I admit with a grin.
    He gives me a dirty look before walking back toward the door. “I’m going to take a shower.”
    I can’t stop my smile as he walks out of the bedroom. I love the fact that I’m finally going to get him on the back of my bike. His body will be wrapped around me. I groan and run the heel of my palm down my sudden hard on. I have dreamed of Dennis on the back of my bike ever since we got together and it’s finally going to happen, even if it is against his will.
     
     
     
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