Page 126 of A Major Puck Up

MILLIE

Hovering above me, his lips only an inch from mine, Gavin smirks. “This what you been waiting for, Peaches? My lips? My tongue? My cock?”

I buck my hips, desperate for him, but he keeps himself just out of reach. “Please, Gavin.”

“And what will I get if I let you rub that sweet pussy against me?”

Desire floods me at the tease, at his tone. “Whatever you want. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“What if all I want is you?” His eyes glow with sincerity, making the ache in my heart almost as fierce as the one between my legs.

I need him, and the idea that I could truly be enough for him, that we could finally be us again, has my heart racing.

“I’m yours. Now please, just kiss me.”

With a hum, he dips close again, his lips millimeters from mine. Finally, I get to feel them again?—

A baby cries, and then Gavin is gone. Disappearing into thin air.

“Coming,” I say, willing my limbs to work. My body is sluggish, though it feels like I got some sleep during this stretch. I wonder what time it is. I throw the blanket off and stretch out my shoulders, knowing I’ll pay for having slept on the floor. When I finally open my eyes, I jackknife up and curse. Dammit. Why am I in Gavin’s room? Fuck. Did I sleepwalk?

Oh my god, Gavin’s going to think I was trying to seduce him. What the hell, Millie?

A quick glance at my surroundings tells me I’m alone, so I jump out of bed and rush out of his bedroom. Maybe he won’t?—

“Sleep okay, Peaches?”

I jump at the sound of Gavin’s voice. “Shit.” I slap a hand to my chest and glare at him where he’s reclined on the couch. “You scared the shit out of me.”

He laughs, and it’s such a familiar and beautiful sound that my heart skips like it’s a record caught on the best line. I could listen to that sound all day. And I could stare at that smile for the rest of my life.

He’s wearing navy gym shorts, his legs spread wide. His hair is mussed, his brown eyes glinting mischievously. A five o’clock shadow coats his chiseled jaw, and his chest is fucking bare, with my favorite little girl lying on it.

My swallow is heavy. “You—you’re—” I point at him. “No shirt.”

His smile grows wider. Cockier. Gavinier. Is that a thing? Can someone be an even more potent version of themselves? I think so. In this moment, when he’s looking at me like this, he’s more himself than he’s been in months.

Or maybe I’m delusional from lack of sleep.

“I read that it’s good for bonding.”

“With me?”

He chuckles, his eyes crinkling and his chest rumbling. “With Vivi. Although I’m sure you’d appreciate snuggling up against my bare chest too. You always did.”

His words are strange.

Right? He’s different. Flirty.

Am I still dreaming?

“I’m so confused.”

With a nod, he gestures to the cushion next to him. “Come sit. You’re probably still tired.”

Ignoring his confusing offer, I stumble into the kitchen. I need coffee. Or water. Or—I blink at the clock above the microwave. “What time is it?”

It’s six. Six a.m. or six p.m.? I haven’t quite figured it out when a knock sounds on the door.

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