My Husband Warm The Bed Novels & Stories

"You’re not dying, bud." Collin doesn’t look convinced. "Are you sure?" "Positive," I say, handing Isla a cracker that she barely nibbles before dropping onto the couch. From the other room, Bill groans. Loudly. Dramatically. Like some wounded soldier waiting for his final moments. I swear to God. I take a deep breath, mentally preparing myself as I walk into the bedroom. And there he is. My husband. A fully grown man sprawled out in bed, buried under three blankets, a thermometer sticking out of his mouth like he’s awaiting some tragic diagnosis.

Chapter 56: Cuddling Her Husband ADRIA I was warm. That was the first thing I registered, before consciousness had fully assembled itself into something coherent—just warmth, pervasive and thorough, the kind that soaked into muscle and bone and made the prospect of moving feel genuinely offensive. My bed was always warm because I kept the thermostat set two degrees higher than Damien preferred, a small rebellion he'd never noticed, and because of the heated body pillow I'd purchased seven months into our marriage on a particularly bleak Tuesday afternoon.

No other sound filled the quiet house. "Seth?" I whispered as I entered the bedroom with a thudding in my chest. He lay on the bed, his back to me, pulled-up covers forming a tent around him. At first, I assumed he slept, but then felt the quiet rise and fall of his chest, as if his breaths came in short, labored gasps. "Seth?" I said louder this time, with a touch of worry creeping into my tone. I drew closer, reached out to touch his shoulder, and just as soon as I did, I could feel the heat that was seeming to emanate off of his body. My heart, striking my chest. The man was on fire with fever.

Letting me know his eternal love for me. The morning arrived soon but this morning was different from all the mornings today. When I opened my eyes I didn't find myself in an empty cold bed. My Satan husband was sleeping beside me so close snuggling like a baby. I moved the hair away from his face which had grown so long and was now covering his whole forehead. I lightly brushed the hair away from his face so his sleep was not disturbed. Even though I very lightly touched his hair he still stirred a little in his sleep. He slept as if he was sleeping peacefully after so long. I kept slightly moving my fingers in his messy uncut hair.

'I might help you in the morning with your heat issues but not tonight', my husband said as he walked towards Anna, his bulge growing bigger. 'In the meantime, you can help yourself with a cold shower. It should help put out your distress!' I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. I was so shocked that I stood there staring at him as he led Anna back to the bed. 'Iris, I need some privacy', he said and I could see the girl, biting back a smile.

I don't want to disappoint him, who wishes me a lot. The air that feels cold makes my body strain. "Eum, then, see you tomorrow. I also can't wait to hold my husband's arm." He chuckled softly, who knows what he thought. Definitely about the problem of beds. But I have no experience, I hope he is not disappointed. "See you tomorrow dear,"

James was seating with his back to the headboard, wearing just his boxers and typing on his phone. Hot! I'm married to a hot husband! He heard me opened the bathroom door, then put down his phone to the side table, and started to sit and stroking himself, while smiling at me telling me to get closer to him. Hot damn! "We will go back to the shop tomorrow, and buy you more of those love. You look so damn sexy, I'm fucking stiff already, and you're still not close enough. Straddle me, Lori. Wait, I want to see the back. Damn. Yup. Definitely buy more. Come here, wife."

His wife was right in front of him, but he couldn't hold her while he slept. Amanda was startled, her eyes flickering. "What about us? Aren't we doing great?" Did he want to take things further again? No way. This man was shameless! Hadn't she helped him out occasionally? Benjamin looked out the window and said slowly, "Wife, is it snowing?" "So?" Amanda asked, looking out the window. Benjamin turned to look at her, his eyes gentle. "Wife, you're missing a bed warmer."

"In fact, everything is perfect. You wore me out last night!" I was actually dying for some coffee, but was reluctant to leave his side to get it. I weighed the pros and cons of leaving our wonderfully comfortable bed versus snuggling next to him when he made the decision for me. "That makes me very happy," he said, and gave me that small smile reserved just for me. "I’ll get us some coffee." My husband pulled on his robe and strode toward the kitchen. Coffee in bed with the man I love, I thought, what a way to start the day!

Be it hell or heaven. He won't leave me. I won't let him. Even death can't separate us. I walk out of my room and my eyes wandering around the familiar walls of the mansion they feel cold. Was I really gone for that long? I step inside our room and its warmth engulfed me, bringing the same comfort and calmness. Everything was at its place, the bed was made perfectly without any crease as if noone slept here for days. And noone indeed. Because my husband slept with me in my room, even after I made it clear that I didn't want to see his face.