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“I just came up here for this,” he swooped past me, grabbing my squishmellow.
“Hey!”
“Nope, it’s mine. My neck hurt from the lack of pillows last night.”
“You aren’t taking that,” we played tug-of-war over my one stufftie.
“How about a compromise?” His brow rose. “We could share?”
I grabbed my squishmellow, hugging it to my chest. “You better be back downstairs when I get out.” I slammed the bathroom door, locking it for good measure.
“Fuck me,” I whispered to myself five minutes later when I opened the door.
Hunter Northport was in my bed with the covers turned down naked from the waist up. His chest was smooth, tan and tatted. Swirls of ink I couldn’t make out in the dim light. His abs are cut, his waist and hips defined by the deep V of thick muscle. He patted the open spot next to him.
“Come here. It’s time to tuck you in.”
I bit my lip. Everything was new to me. Everything except his kiss. Kisses were something I snuck around doing places the MC couldn’t crash like school trips and stolen moments at summer camps.
“Did you keep your pants on?”
He crossed his arms behind his head, watching me with a smirk on those sexy lips. “Why don’t you come here and find out?”
“You better not snore,” I huffed, fluffing my pillow with a fist as I gingerly got in beside him, placing the stufftie between us.
“You want to sleep or so you want to come.”
“Excuse me?” My back practically shot off the bed.
“Don’t be shy, princess.” He rolled in one swift movement, bracing his weight on his elbows as he hovered above. “Either you tell me what you like or I’ll find out for myself.”
“One, I don’t remember inviting you to stay over much less get into my bed. What makes you think I want…,” The rest of my words were but off by his mouth. The only thing I said after that was “yes,” “oh god,” “more” and “I’m dying.”
I felt boneless and numb as he got up to shower, sometime later nudging me over to the other side of the bed as he slipped in behind me.
“I sleep on the side closest to the door.” His arm curled around my waist hauling me back against him as my eyes drifted shut.
I woke to the sight of softly falling snow accompanied with the smell of percolating coffee and frying bacon.
Hunter’s warmth was still wrapped around me.
Was this peace? Happiness? The concrete blocks I had locked in around my heart got jostled out of place these past few days.
I just laid there studying the swirling flakes dancing to the ground, feeling so content. I didn’t even know much about Hunter. Well, besides the fact he’s an arrogant sexy pain in my ass with very talented hands. And he does have an overbearing alpha personality which thankfully, I’m strong enough to push back against it.
“You awake?”
“I’m just watching the snow. There’s something about it… it’s peaceful. The way the flakes dance to an invisible melody as they fall.”
“It is peaceful. Quiet here. I like your place.”
“Don’t get any ideas… I like my solitude.”
“Me too. Tank has practice soon. I need to go. You have class today?”
“Yeah, at one.”
“Stay in bed then. Stay warm.” He gets up, moving the comforter around me. I snuggle in deeper, smelling him.