Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

K A G E
W
hen the view outside the bedroom window lifts
from black to gray, I’m treated to my new
favorite thing in the world:
Natalie waking up in my arms.
She stirs, sighing. Her head rests on my shoulder. I stroke
her hair and kiss her softly on the lips. Her lashes flutter, then
lift, then I’m gazing into those amazing blue-gray eyes and my
heart is falling all over itself in happiness.
She whispers, “You were staring at me while I was
sleeping.”
“I was.”
Suppressing a smile, she pretends to groan instead. “So
creepy.”
I kiss her again, loving the feel of her soft mouth against
mine. “I can’t help it.”
“You like me, huh?”
I say with utter conviction, “I’d impale whole armies on
my sword if you asked me to.”
She wrinkles her nose. “That won’t be necessary.” After a
pause: “Do you even have a sword?”
“Many, but they all fire bullets.”
“Ah. Gotcha.”
We smile at each other.