Page 16 of Breakout
Penny reaches under the table and grabs my hand, squeezing it once. I pull my hand away and shoot her a glare.
She looks surprised but continues on with the conversation.
She likely was offering comfort, but I don’t want her comfort. The only comfort I want is from Peyton.
I have no clue how I’m going to endure three more courses of this meal. All I know is there will be only one thing I want for dessert.
Peyton.
She’s the only thing that can erase this from my memory.
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Iwake up slowly, wrapped up in Beckett’s arms.
“Good morning,” he rasps as he lays kisses along my shoulder.
“Morning.”
His arms tighten around me, making me smile. I can’t help but laugh and attempt to shy away as his five o’clock shadow hits me just right.
“Did that tickle?” He chuckles.
“No,” I lie, making Beckett hum. “I’m going to be tired today,” I say, changing the subject.
“Me too, but last night was worth it.”
“It was,” I say softly.
I know something happened last night before he came over, I just don’t know what. Every time we have sex, it’s intense, but last night was something else. If I asked him what happened, he would probably tell me, but that’s not the type of relationship wehave. We have rules in place for a reason, rules I insisted on. As necessary as they are, though, I hate them.
We broke one last night, though. After a night of marathon sex, I didn’t have the heart to make him leave like I usually do. Not when he could barely keep his eyes open. Add that to how upset he seemed to be, and I was a goner. So I made an exception.
Just ask him what was wrong,I think to myself.
“What—” A pounding on the door cuts me off.
“Were you expecting anyone?” Beckett grumbles.
“Not that I know of. Maybe Cora?”
“Nah, she would have told you, and she has a key,” he says as he gets up.
“Where are you going?”
He looks over his shoulder as he slips on a pair of gray sweats. “To see who’s at the door, what else?”
“But I was warm. Just come back to bed, I’m sure it’s someone who’s at the wrong door.” I might not like the cuddling afterward, but since I made an exception, I was going to bask in it.
“I guess we will find out,” he says as he walks toward the door.
Groaning, I flip the covers over my face and hide.
Okay, universe, I’ll take it as a sign that I shouldn’t break the rules.
“Hey, can I help you?” I hear Beckett ask as he steps out, closing the door behind him.
As soon as the door is mostly closed, their voices become a muffle, so I burrow back under the covers.
