Page 70 of What If I See You

I know I could ask Layken to scoot over and share with me but she didn’t offer and I don’t want to make her uneasy.

I should’ve insisted on two beds but how would I ever explain that to someone who thinks Layken and I are happily married?

Ugh. I don’t see a way around it.

Pulling the other blanket up and over my body, I wriggle around until I find a comfortable spot. My arm rests above my head.

It’s warm in here.

I’m tired.

But I’m not.

I could scroll through my phone until I fall asleep but knowing Layken’s lying over there looking all cute as hell in her pink pajama pants with hearts all over them and a matching shirt has me reeling. I mean I know lots of people wear fun pajama pants, but it’s almost like we were meant to know each other.

Meant to get married.

Meant to fall in love.

Meant to be together.

And yet there’s still so much I don’t know about her.

“You still awake over there?” I finally ask.

“Yep,” she answers. “Haven’t turned the lamp off yet. You okay?”

“Yeah. Will you tell me a bedtime story before you fall asleep?”

Snickering, she rolls over and props herself up on her elbow so she can see me. Even in the dim light of the lamp, I can see her pupils darken at the sight of me without a shirt on.

Eat your heart out, Naughty.

I should’ve gone pantsless too.

Payback for the dildo invasion going on in my brain.

“A bedtime story?” she asks curiously.

“Yeah.”

“What kind of bedtime story do you want?”

Smirking, I hold back my chuckle. “Well, if you’re really letting me choose, I’d tell you to tell me the kinkiest story you can come up with Mrs. Juicy Lucy.”

She giggles again and covers her face with her hand to hide her embarrassment. “Oh God.”

“Okay, kidding, kidding. Really I was just wondering about your bookish life.”

“What about it?”

“Tell me about it. How did you get into writing? What all do you do? I realized earlier when it crossed my mind that I never really asked a lot about it and I’m curious. Do you love it?”

The sincere smile that crosses her face gives me my answer.

“Okay, so that’s a yes.” I grin up at her.

“I do love it, yes.”

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