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Chapter Thirty-Eight

Ifall asleep on the couch and wake up in Blake's bed.

He's behind me, his arm resting on the curve of my waist.

It's so different than last time I was with him. When I woke up alone, I felt cold and empty.

Right now, I'm warm. The whole fucking world is warm.

My eyes flutter closed. One more minute to feel his arms around me.

I do my best to slide off the bed without waking Blake. He looks peaceful with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling slowly.

I creep to the bathroom and brush my teeth. There's a sound in the bedroom. Then footsteps. He knocks softly.

I mumble acome in.

He does. His hair is actually messy. And he actually looks tired.

My lips curl into a smile.

His eyes fix on me. "What's that for?"

I spit out a mouthful of toothpaste. "For you."

"I make you happy?"

"Sometimes."

"I want to make you happy."

I turn to the sink and rinse my mouth. I don't know what to do with his words.

He moves closer. Waits until I'm standing then wraps his arms around me.

I bury my head in his chest. He runs a hand through my hair.

It's warm.

Comfortable.

"Relax. I'll make breakfast," he says.

"You make things?"

"I do."

"You? Not your assistant or a cook or a maid?"

He chuckles. "You're verging on insulting."

"You get insulted?"

"Only by people I care about." He reaches for his toothbrush. "I make an amazing breakfast. You'll eat those words."

"Or will I be too busy eating the delicious food?"

He laughs. "That's a terrible joke."

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