Page 87 of Love, Just In

ME:Don’t worry, you’ve got uni and the big birthday. I called Tara yesterday. Did you give her my gift?

ZAC:Yeah, she loved it. How long do you think you’ll be in Sydney?

ME:Until after the funeral next week, then I’ll get the train back.

ZAC:OK. Let me know when. I’ll find a car to borrow and meet you at the station.

ME:Thanks so much, but I have my bike there, remember?

Hopefully no one’s cut the chain and taken it.

ZAC:Jose, that bike is a fucking death trap, and you couldn’t pay someone to steal it.

ZAC:Oh my god, I can’t believe I just said death trap. I am so fucking sorry.

ME:Lol, you actually said it twice.

But thanks for the laugh, I needed it.

ZAC:Wish I could give you a huge hug, sunbeam.

ME:Me too

ZAC:

CHAPTER 32

Today

I wake up in Zac’s arms, his fluffy quilt wrapped around us like a cocoon. My gaze swallows up every part of his serene face while he snoozes, a question ripping through me.

How do I feel this morning? Was this the biggest mistake ever made?

As I listen to the hum of his breathing, a throb of want flares in my chest, making the answer to that question undeniable.

But then my mind shifts from wondering what I think to worrying how Zac will feel about it. With a flash of fear, I lean forward and touch my lips to his, stealing a soft kiss in case it’s the last one I ever get.

His eyes flutter open and blink hazily into mine before he reaches to cup the back of my neck and pull my lips harder into his.Gah.

All I taste are traces of whisky and the same sweetness I sampled last night. If I’d known how delicious Zac Jameson is—howfantastiche is at kissing—I would’ve done this years ago.

When we break apart, he sits up on one elbow and gazes down at me, a disbelieving smile edging his mouth. ‘I feel like I have contraband in my room.’

I lace my fingers behind my head. ‘Oh yeah? Josie Larsen’s on the banned substances list, is she?’

‘I don’t know, is she?’ He reaches beneath the quilt to run his warm palm up my thigh, the sigh drifting through my lips giving him permission to move higher.

‘You know I’ve slept in this bed before,’ I remind him. ‘Many times.’

‘Did you ever touch yourself in this bed?’ he asks, gently guiding my legs apart. My eyes are already glazing over.

His smirk makes it clear he’s not being serious, but I answer honestly. ‘Yes. Thinking about you.’

Heat flares in his eyes as they search my face. ‘You’re lying,’ he decides.

I shake my head. ‘Not lying.’

‘Fuck.When?’ His brow dips with desire like he’s imagining it.

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