Page 68 of Chase Our Forever

I let my thumb drift to her bottom lip. Memories flash through my mind of when I had it between my teeth. She moaned when I bit and then licked the very same spot.

I close my eyes for a moment, letting the pad of my thumb rest against her lip as I try to get my thoughts under control.

Her body stirs against mine, making my eyes pop open. She squirms a little, rubbing her ass against my cock. It’s rock hard. Partly from it being morning but mostly because I’d woken up next to her.

Her eyelids flutter open, her bright blue eyes landing on me immediately.

“Good morning,” she whispers, her voice still groggy from sleep.

I smile at the same moment my heart lurches in my chest.

She’s so fucking perfect. I have no right to want her to be mine, but that’s exactly what I want. I want to kiss her wheneverI want—which is always. I want to wake up with her in my arms every damn morning. I want to hold her hand in public. I want a lot of things when it comes to her.

“Morning,” I respond as my thumb caresses her cheek.

It’s scary wanting things again. I never thought I would. And now that I do, I’m terrified of her not wanting the same things as me.

“You sleep okay?” She arches her back a little in a stretch, her ass rubbing against me again in the process. I pull my hips away as fast as I can, a struggling sound coming from my lips at the small tease of the connection of our bodies.

I nod my head as she rolls to her back. Her eyes roam over me, and I feel nervous under her gaze. No one makes me feel nervous anymore. No one but her. I want to crawl inside her mind and figure out what she’s thinking.

Does she regret sleeping in here with me? Does she think about me as much as I think about her? Does she feel the connection between us and realize it’s so much more than just physical?

“I can’t tell you the last time I slept that good,” I admit, anxious to see her reaction to my confession.

Her eyes go wide for a moment before they crinkle at the sides with her growing smile. “Same.”

An overwhelming sense of happiness washes over me at her words. It feels so right to wake up next to her, to see the way the sunlight reflects off her blonde hair in the morning and see her sleepy smile.

I want to beg her to sleep in this bed with me again tonight—and tomorrow. And the night after that—and ask her to never sleep upstairs again.

“Can I make you breakfast?” I ask, knowing I need to get out of this bed because I’m seconds away from kissing her andconfessing how stupid I was to ever think we could prevent the inevitable between us.

If my question takes her by surprise, she doesn’t show it. “I’d love that.”

It’s my turn to smile. Unable to help myself, I lean in and press a kiss to her forehead. “You stay right here in bed while I go make breakfast.”

I don’t know why I want her to stay in bed so badly instead of coming to the kitchen with me while I prepare food, but I do. Something about the vision of her in my bed does something to me. I don’t know if I’ll have the nerve to ask her to stay in here with me again tonight. Because of that, I want to keep her in my bed as long as possible today. Clara isn’t supposed to return until this evening. Liv and I have never had a day alone together like this. I wouldn’t be opposed to keeping her in my bed for every second of it.

“Can I at least shower?” Liv teases as I climb out of bed.

I pause, thinking about her question for a moment. “Yes. If it’s short. I’m bringing you breakfast in bed.”

She bites her lip in an attempt to hide her smile. Her eyes travel across my naked torso. I revel in the feeling of her heated gaze on the muscles I work hard to maintain as I age.

“I’ll be here,” she responds, her voice breaking a little. She clears her throat as she pulls her gaze from my abs and to my eyes.

I smirk, wanting to call her out for checking me out. I keep the teasing to myself. She can do it all she wants. I was planning on grabbing a shirt from my closet but decide against it.

A grin stays on my face as I back out of my room. I pause in the doorway, wanting to remember this very moment forever. Her messy hair, the timid smile, the flush to her cheeks.

The happiness consuming me just because of her.

It’s something I never want to forget.

“You have twenty minutes before I’m back with food. You better be in my bed when I get back, sunshine.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” she responds.

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