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I don’t know if I can take Lyssie’s excellent advice.
I don’t know if I can ever learn to just turn off my heart and breathe.
I also don’t knowI’ve fallen asleep until I feel hot lips on my temple and warm breath dancing down the side of my face.
I stir awake just as Archer scoops me into his lap.
He’s already hard, but his hands are gentle.
“What time is it?” I reach for my phone, but he captures my hand and kisses a finger.
Heat flashes through me.
“Almost eight.”
“What? In the morning?” My eyes flip open and I see the sun glaring through the blinds. “Shit. How did I sleep in so long?”
“Don’t know, but Colt’s out this morning for math class.” Archer kisses me again, his tongue sweeping into my mouth possessively. “I thought we’d make the most of it since you conked out early last night.”
Crap.
From what I remember, when I fell asleep—on top of the covers, apparently—I was still thinking about Archer.
I faded off with some half-assed thought that I should end this before we get more involved and more hearts get broken.
But now that he’s here with his mouth on my skin, I’m much less sure.
The damage he’s done hasn’t made him any less addictive.
I stretch languidly on the bed, relishing the feel of his huge body on mine. He’s here now, and maybe he won’t be in the future, but doesn’t that mean I should enjoy the moment more? Why shouldn’t I make the most of it?
Can’t a girlbreatheby having a little fun?
If experience has taught me anything, Archer knows how to enjoy the now without a worry in his head.
Wet and bothered, I shift my weight so I can straddle him properly, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He’s perched on the edge of my bed.
We kiss again, deeply and chaotically.
His cock twitches against me.
“Okay,” I say with a small laugh. “I’m awake now.”
“Feeling better? Your stomach?”
“What?” I jerk back at the concern in his voice before I remember the excuse I gave him. “I’m fine. I just needed sleep.”
“You had it, brat. I missed you last night.” His hands find my butt and squeeze. “And Ireallyfucking missed this.”
God.
He growls it so easily, but I guess to him it doesn’t mean anything special.
Maybe he even feels it in the moment—maybe he did miss waking up in the night to find my ass grinding against him.
The thought makes my throat tight, but I just smile.