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I wiped away the remaining tears from her cheeks, hating that I’d caused them. “Okay.” Instead of sitting back up though, I lay down behind her, pulling her against my chest. Because if I couldn’t kiss her, I could at least hold her. I needed this. I needed to be next to her.
A very contented sigh escaped her lips.
“Just for the record, I’m not that drunk,” I said from behind her.
She laughed, not caring when my arms tightened around her. “You are. I don’t even think you’d be here right now if you weren’t.”
That wasn’t true. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. And I had to prove that to her. “I’m going to remember to bring this up in the morning.”
“We’ll see about that.” She turned on a movie. I wasn’t sure which one, because I was staring down at the top of her head. And I was hit again with how much she smelled like…home.
She’d said Cupcake had broken her. I didn’t think that was true. But if it was, I was going to be the one to piece her back together. I kissed the top of her head.
“Matt, watch the movie,” she whispered.
I kissed the top of her head again. “Okay.”
“Okay then.”
I continued to stare at the back of her perfect head. I’d been focused on my own problems for long enough. Fixing hers sounded like a better use of time. Besides, maybe it would fix both of us. I really wanted it to fix both of us. I closed my eyes.
Despite what she thought, I would never gamble with her heart. Because I knew how easy hearts were to break.
Matchmaker - Chapter 32
Thursday
The sound of someone clearing their throat made me slowly open my eyes.
Mrs. Alcaraz was standing there with her hand on her hip staring down at Kennedy and me intertwined on the couch. She was shaking her head back and forth like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
Shit.
“Mama,” Kennedy groaned, stirring in her sleep. “One more minute.”
Mrs. Alcaraz raised her eyebrow at me. “Omelet?”
Was she asking me if I wanted breakfast or did that mean something in Spanish like…I’m going to kill you for sleeping with my daughter? “Yes?” I replied.
“Sí.” She turned away without another word and I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Kennedy,” I whispered and shook her shoulder.
Her eyes flew open and then she smiled. “Whenever I wake up and you’re there it nearly gives me a heart attack.”
Very funny.“Um, your mom is up.”
Kennedy quickly sat up. “Good morning, Mama.”
“Mhm,” Mrs. Alcaraz said. She was already at the stove cooking.
Kennedy put her face in her hands. “Well, that’s embarrassing,” she whispered to me. “She probably thinks we’re sleeping together.” She laughed like that was hilarious.
It wasn’t funny to me. I pulled her hands away from her face. “Is that really that funny?”
“Are you still drunk?” She climbed off the couch. “I need to go freshen up. Make yourself at home.”
“Don’t leave me here…”
