Page 127 of Flipping the Script

“Glad you can admit it.” I wrapped my arms around him and held tight, needing that extra closeness.

“You’re a cuddler?” He sounded surprised.

“Yup. Got a problem with that?”

“No. Let me just…” Slowly, he lifted his hips, and my softening cock fell out of him.

A few drops of cum landed on my thigh as Jesse slid down my body and settled on me, his head tucked under my chin and one of his legs between mine.

I held him close, my brain spinning now that the afterglow was fading.

We’d gone bare.

I’d never done that with anyone before, but I didn’t regret it. The decision might have been made in the heat of the moment, but I would have made the same choice no matter what the circumstances.

I trusted Jesse. And I knew what kind of person he was.

He might be aggravating and annoying and way too perfect for his own good, but he was also loyal, smart, and he loved with his whole heart. And he was far more complicated than I’d ever given him credit for.

“This should be weird.” His soft voice broke the silence. “But it’s not.”

“No, it isn’t.” Absently, I pressed a kiss against his hair.

“Never took you for the cuddling type.” His tone was teasing, and there was no real snark to his words.

“It’s my best-kept secret. I’m a needy bastard after sex. Always have been.”

“I’m usually not.” He sighed heavily. “But this is nice.”

“I’m sure the roaring fire and the ambient rain pattering on the windows helps you put up with my stage five clinginess,” I said with a chuckle, running my fingers through his soft hair.

He let out a little sigh. “If this is stage five clinging, then I don’t hate it.”

A little flutter tickled my chest. Not quite nerves, but something far deeper and more profound.

“Did we make a mistake?” he asked softly.

“No.” I hugged him tighter.

We lay like that for a long while. I had no idea what Jesse was thinking about, if anything, but I spent the time enjoying the cuddles and desperately trying not to think about anything beyond how good I felt.

“As much as I’m loving the cuddly version of Sebastian, I’m going to have to get up soon. Things are drying and getting uncomfortable.”

Reluctantly, I let him go. “Yeah. I need to clean up too.”

With a lot less grace than when he’d flipped me over onto the couch, Jesse climbed off me, his thighs shaking like a newborn giraffe taking his first steps.

“Shut up.” He shot me a look as I stood with what was probably a stupidly big grin on my face.

“Just admiring how wrecked you are.” My eyes landed on the hickey I’d given him, the mark dark against his tanned skin. “Sorry about that.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I’m really not.” I grinned again.

He picked up his forgotten sweats and snapped one leg at me, the material slapping my ass with surprising accuracy.

“I forgot you played baseball for a second there.” I rubbed the spot he’d gotten. “You learn that trick in the locker rooms?”

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