“It will. Do you like it?”
“I love it. Will you try to suffocate me with a pillow if I ask how much I owe you?”
He nods with a stern expression. “Definitely.”
“In that case,” I rise on my toes and press my lips to his cheek, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now go take a shower or a bath, and I’ll set up “Ozark.”
???
The room is dark when my bladder wakes me out of deep sleep. It takes a moment before my eyes adjust and another second before I assess my position.
I’m not in bed.
And I’m not alone.
I’m on the couch, wrapped in Theo’s arms under a soft blanket, my head pressed into the crook of his neck. The rhythm of my heart becomes irregular in an instant. Endorphins mix with a sense of fluffiness in my chest sprinkled with just a little feral lust.
Fine, a lot of lust.
Why does he always smell so sensual?
We must’ve fallen asleep watching “Ozark.” Although... if that was the case, wouldn’t the TV still be on?
Soft, all-consuming warmness fills my insides. Hechoseto stay on the couch with me after I nodded off. I need to pee, but untangling myself from the comfort of his arms without waking him up might be mission impossible. I’m too comfortable to cut the cuddles short. Too safe with his warm body pressed against mine.
I’ve missed this.
My knee is bent, my leg sprawled across his thighs, and I’m holding onto his t-shirt as if I unconsciously refused to let him move away. I’ll have to go to my room if he wakes up, and who knows when an opportunity like this will come by again? I try to fool my body that I don’t need to pee, and I’ll last another two hours. It’s three in the morning, and the alarm clock will sound at five to wake me up for work.
My bladder puts up a fight. My tummy is pressed against Theo’s hip bone, which isn’t helping the case, and I end up shifting my position.
He stirs, tightening his hold on me, burying his face in my hair. “Don’t even think about getting out of here,” he says, his voice gruff. “Get back to sleep.”
“I’m trying, but I need to pee.”
With a deep groan, he lifts his arm and kicks the blanket aside. “Make it quick.”
The darkness in the room hides the massive grin on my face as I tiptoe to the bathroom. Theo’s still in the same position when I crawl back beside him three minutes later, but I don’t get to hide my face in his neck again. He flips me over, forcing my back to his chest, one hand under my head, the other around my middle.
“Sleep,omorfiá.”
He’s called me that since day one, but it never fails to make my insides quiver. I gather my courage and take his hand, lacing our fingers and stroking my thumb over his knuckles while drifting back to sleep. It can’t be more than five minutes later when my alarm goes off, but the room is lighter this time, hinting that more time has passed.
“Five more minutes,” Theo mutters. “Press snooze.”
That’s his best idea to date. I lean over to grab my phone from the coffee table, then press myself against Theo, closing my eyes again.
“I’ll drop you off at work,” he huffs when the alarm blares once more. He takes the phone out of my hand, tapping on the screen to set another alarm, then places the cell on the armrest, pulling me close.
I can’t help but chuckle when he yanks me as close as possible. “Who would’ve thought Theo Hayes likes to cuddle?”
“No one’s going to believe you.”
I snatch the phone again to take a selfie of us entangled in each other. His eyes pop open at the sound of the camera clicking. He tries to take the phone back, but I’m not about to let him delete the only picture of us that exists.
We play fight for a moment while I try not to let him overpower me, but he is stronger, and I end up under him, shoving the phone into my bra.