The Tease
I cracked open one eye and looked at the red, glowing numbers of the bedside clock: 4:20 a.m. Without moving a muscle, I tried to decide why I was awake. Behind me, I could hear the rhythmic snoring of Greg in deep sleep. He was spooned up against my back with one heavy leg thrown over my hip while one of his arms curved over my shoulder and held me tight against him. I loved sleeping with him curled around me. It never failed to make me feel safe, loved, and protected. The snoring, on the...