#Chapter 342 – Bunker Life

Ella Sinclair and I wake up late the next morning and frankly I’m grateful that everyone let us sleep in. We had to get up to feed Rafe, of course, but even with that? It’s the most sleep I’ve gotten in a long time. “Morning,” I murmur, turning over to Sinclair and slinging a leg up over his hip, feeling just…ridiculously relaxed for someone who fought off a pack of kidnappers in her bedroom yesterday. Sinclair doesn’t say anything, just growls a hungry little greeting and pulls my naked body closer to his, rolling over me a little so that I can feel the delicious weight of him on top of me as he kisses my neck, my shoulder, and then my mouth. “We’re skipping breakfast,” he murmurs, sliding his hand leisurely down the length of my body, “I have different idea for how we can spend the time –“ “Noooo,” I moan in protest, my stomach audibly growling in support. “I need fooooood!” Sinclair laughs and pulls away from me then. “Am I not sustenance enough for y