“No. I don’t mind you rifling through my closet, and I definitely don’t mind finding you in my bed. Next time, though, make sure you’re naked. That would be a lot more exciting.”
She tried to jab him in the ribs with her elbow, but he dodged her just in time. “Rude.”
“Ow.” He chuckled, enjoying their easy conversation. He felt totally comfortable with her. He liked that they could just talk and there were no expectations. Though if he had expectations, he figured she could deliver on those too, as could he. She wanted him.
He wanted her.
So that made what was brewing between them fairly simple.
“What’s on the agenda today?” she asked.
“That’s a surprise.” He had no idea what was on the agenda. He fully planned on making it up as they went along.
“I like surprises.”
“Good, because with me, you’re going to get them all the time.” An ex from long, long ago had accused him of being too spontaneous. Being thoughtless. Behaving recklessly with her heart.
She was the last of what he called his steady girlfriends. And that had been ages ago. He hadn’t had a real girlfriend in years. He was too damn busy to commit. Work came first. He figured he’d have time for a relationship later.
But later was starting to creep up on him. His friends were all pairing off, and they seemed happy. He was tempted to experience some of that happiness too.
With Wren.
“That sounds fun,” she said softly, her fingers drifting across his forearm and nearly making his eyes cro
ss. Her simple touch felt so good.
“I’m a barrelful of fun.” He sounded like an idiot, but he was too tired to care. “Now please. Close your eyes and go back to sleep.”
“Really? That’s all you’re going to say after you find me in your bed?” She sounded incredulous.
“What do you want me to do? Kick you out? Rip your clothes off? No way am I damaging one of my perfectly soft T-shirts.”
She laughed and shook her head, her hair brushing across his face. “You’re crazy.”
“So are you. Now go to sleep, okay?” He reached up and cupped one of her breasts, making her gasp. “Or should we just forget sleep, and I’ll rip the T-shirt off after all?”
Wren was contemplating his suggestion. He could practically feel the cogs turning in her brain. He would’ve been up for it too. Whatever she wanted, he’d give her. As best as he could, considering how exhausted he was.
“Did you go on a call before you were let off?” she asked.
How did she know? “Yeah.”
“You seem tired.”
“I am.”
“Maybe we should just cuddle then,” she suggested.
“I like cuddling.” He hadn’t done it in forever. She felt good in his arms.
Too good.
“So do I.”
“I also like making out.”
He could hear the smile in her voice. “Me too.”