While I could have rested a lot longer, quality usurped quantity with this man.
“Who are you talking to?” I rasped drowsily, nuzzling my nose into his ribs.
“My brothers.”
He answered so easily that I blinked.
Was everything so simple with him?
He’d make a shit spy.
“What are they saying?”
“Declan said Shay got drunk for the first time last night at a party and puked all over the girl he’s got a crush on.”
My lips curved. “Fuck. He’ll be mortified.”
“That’s more of a punishment than what Aela’s got him doing for getting drunk at sixteen…
“Through his dad, Shay’s apparently begging me to eradicate all online footage of it happening from Instagram.”
“That’s extreme.”
“I don’t think he wants Inessa and Camille to know who his crush is.”
Frowning, I asked, “What do your sisters-in-law have to do with anything?”
“Their baby sister is his crush.”
I hooted at that, then something occurred to me. “Don’t they use Snapchat now?”
“Who?”
“Kids?”
“Apparently not. He’s the one who pointed me to Instagram.”
I hummed.
“I’ll check.” His arm flexed some more as he continued typing. “He wants Snapchat erased too.”
I smirked. “The whole site?”
“I don’t think he’d be averse to it crashing forever, no,” he teased.
“What’ll it cost him? You worked out a fee?” I joked.
“When he’s president, he’s got to let me visit NASA. I’m not allowed anywhere near it.”
Taking note of the pout in his voice, it was his words that gave me pause. “Whenhe’s president?” I took a moment to let my mind filter through those loaded sentences. “Wait, you’re not allowed to visit their museum?”
He huffed. “Why would I visit their museum? I’m talking about Ground Control.”
“You’re a space nerd,” I accused.
“Of course I am,” he scoffed. Then, he admitted, “Didn’t expect to wake up with you on the couch.”
Another woman would have felt awkward.