Page 47 of Changing the Play

“What stupid thing would you do?”

His eyes bore into mine for a second, then he’s raising up on his toes, pressing his body against mine and kissing me. Fuck. This is… really something else. Not stupid, either. Not stupid at all. I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him closer to me. His tongue brushes past my lips, and I can’t fight the groan that vibrates in my chest. Kissing him isunfuckingreal.

He stops kissing me with a grin. “That stupid thing.”

I bring a hand to my chest, smiling down at him. He’s adorable. I can’t believe I didn’t clock that sooner. I mean, really, was I just not paying attention? I’m pretty sure I was attracted to him from the moment I first saw him. “I’m offended that you think kissing me is stupid.”

He rolls his eyes. “Okay, so it’s not stupid. But it’s probably not great either.”

I happen to think it’s a brilliant idea. “Cookies and bed?” I ask instead.

His eyes fall to my cock. My hard,veryinterested in him, cock. “You should get dressed first.”

I make a big show of walking to my dresser and pulling on a pair of sweats. No boxers, though. Darcy groans, a clear mixture of frustration and arousal, and it doesn’t help the situation at all for me.

When I’m dressed and I turn around, Darcy is sitting cross-legged on my bed on top of the blankets. My heart’s pounding at how he looks. He’s in my bed, wearing my clothes, lips kiss-swollen because of me. Fuck.

I climb in beside him and open the box of cookies, handing him one before taking one for myself. Darcy grabs the TV remote and starts up a movie before settling in beside me.

Each time he brings a bite of cookie to his mouth, his arm brushes mine, making me more and more hyper-aware of his body and how close he is. When he laughs at something happening on the TV, the sound ricochets through me and settles somewhere in my chest, making my heart swell with how much I enjoy hearing his happiness.

I’m a lost cause.

I don’t remember falling asleep, which is a real shame because I had grand plans of pulling Darcy into my arms and holding him—intentionally this time. Not that it really matters since he’s plastered to me anyway.

His breaths are fanning across my chest, his thigh pressed between mine, and his arm wrapped around my waist, hand resting between my shoulder blades like he’s trying to keep me from rolling away.

I can’t help but grin. He wasnotkidding about being cuddly in his sleep. It’s such a juxtaposition from how he is when he’s awake—almost a little shy and hesitant.

He sighs in his sleep, moving closer. The shifting of his body against mine has my cock swelling. Unlike the other day, there’s no panic. No freak out about my random, new feelings for him. Just a racing heart and a feeling of rightness. I never thought I’d be happy about my failures in history, but I know there’s no way I’d change anything aboutthis.

I let my fingers skim his side where my shirt has ridden up and his bare skin is showing. Somehow in the night, the blankets made theirway over us, but right now, they’re pooled around his waist, drawing attention to his hip bone where it’s showing above the waistband of my sweats.

He looks stunning. A fucking vision, even in his sleep. I try pulling myself away so I can see more of him and his body when he grumbles and rolls to his back. Mission accomplished, I guess.

I sit up so I can get a better view of him. I’m not sure about the protocol for touching someone in their sleep, so I probably shouldn’t be, but I really can’t help myself. My fingers skim across his stomach while I marvel at how soft his skin feels beneath my fingertips.

I explore the lines of his body with my gaze, taking in every inch I can. I’m a little shocked when I make it to his face and find his eyes locked on me, his expression a little curious, but open and soft. “Good morning,” I whisper.

He gives me a sleepy smile that has my heart pounding like crazy. “Good morning.”

“Did you sleep okay?”

He nods. “Yeah. Did you?”

“I really did.”

“I didn’t impede you with my koala tendencies?” he asks, smirking a bit.

I can’t help but laugh. “No. Not even a little. Did I fall asleep first? I don’t remember even getting under the blankets.”

Darcy yawns, rubbing the sleep from his eyes in a move that’s much too adorable for my heart to handle. “Yeah, you did. I was laughing at the movie and asked if you didn’t find it amusing and you were gone. Didn’t take much to get you under the blankets and asleep again. I’m surprised you don’t remember. You were alert, or at least it seemed like you were. Even kissed me.”

Now that’s a damn shame. That I kissed him and apparently don’t even remember it.

Darcy laughs. “What’s that face about?”

“Just disappointed that I don’t remember kissing you.”

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