Chapitre 245: Pillow Talk

August was tucked into Graeme's warmth under his chin, relishing in the closeness and feeling of wholeness that had been restored between them.

"Would you ever want me to spoon you?" she spoke against his chest, nuzzling further in and wrapping an arm around his side to press herself as closely as possible even though she could feel him humming through her entire being—the warmth and closeness of his physicality was something she would never get sick of.

"How would that work, Little Red? You're half my size."

"I am not half your size!" she chuckled.

"You're not?"

"No, not even close."

"Well if you tried spooning me, I'm pretty sure you would only manage to spoon the upper half," he breathed into her hair.

"That's okay. The upper half is good too," she giggled and took the opportunity to nibble on his chest. The little action sent a tremor through him. "I still make you tremble?" she smiled.