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Her phone buzzes and I read the message.

Daze: Are you going to be watching movies or did the outfit work?

Sophie: Ten bucks says the outfit worked and they’re not going to be watching movies.

I read the messages out loud. “What do you want to say?”

She sends me a quick smile that has my blood heating.

“What do you want to say? You’ve got the phone.”

Me: We are not going to be watching movies.

The reply is fast this time.

Sophie: Finally!

Daze: I didn’t take that bet. And I told you so about the underwear. Did he steal your clip like you said he would?

I laugh.

Me: That’s not all I stole.

“What are they saying?”

“Sounds like they want us together as much as I want us together.”

She huffs a laugh. The phone buzzes again.

Daze: … is this Lis? Or Spencer?

I read back through what I typed. Oops. I said I instead of he in that last message. Too late now.

Me: Lis is driving.

Sophie: You better treat our girl right.

I glance at Lis. Her hair is still down, clothes still slightly rumpled. She’s tapping her fingers against the steering wheel as though she’s impatient to get through the traffic. And she’d said the rest of our lives.

Me: I intend to.

Chapter 35

Lis

When I wake in the morning, it’s to sun shining through the window, a dog sleeping on my feet—dropped off when we’d paused our marathon of sex for sustenance—and a man sleeping half on my body, our legs tangled together, arms wrapped around each other. I love the weight of him on me. Feeling his solidity, the fact that he’s there. Right where he should be. I shift out from under him and his arm tightens around me, holding me in place.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, mumbling into his pillow.

“The bathroom,” I tell him with a laugh.

“Hm. Okay. But kiss first.”

I chuckle, but press a soft kiss to his lips then pull his hoodie on and slip away to the bathroom. When I return, he’s lying, stretched out on his back, arms folded behind his head, watching for me. Cerberus snores away at the foot of the bed like he’d been kept awake all night. To be fair, he kind of had been.

Spencer watches me, his eyes devouring as I make my way to the bed.

I crawl back under the covers, snuggling into his heat and he holds me against him, stroking my back under his hoodie. It’s still early and we don’t have to be at work for a while. I would usually get up and go for a run, but today, I just want to wrap myself around him and stay there as long as I can.

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