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I did what he told me and got into the middle where he wrapped both arms around me. I laid my head on his chest.
He stroked my hair. “Night, Ryan.”
“Night, Epic.”
I fell asleep smiling.
Chapter Eighteen
Birdsong woke me around six. Early morning sunlight filtered through the gauzy drapes. At some point during the night, Epic and I had moved apart. Probably I’d moved away. I didn’t have a history of sleeping with people, and I instinctively turned from the surprise of hot skin next to mine.
That didn’t mean I had to stay away now that I was awake. I used the bathroom to piss, brush my teeth, and wash up, and when I slid back between the sheets, I cuddled against Epic the same way I had the night before.
His lips curled upward softly in sleep. On waking, happiness painted an expansive smile on his face. His warmth gratified me greatly. How wonderful to be on the receiving end of his delight first thing in the morning.
“Hey.” He combed his fingers through my hair.
“Hey.” I propped my chin on his chest, careful not to dig in. “Yesterday was perfect. Thank you.”
“Thankyou.” He kissed my temple. “I had a great time.”
“Me too.”
“Though that was the bougiest wedding I’ve ever been to, and that’s saying something.”
“Luis likes things nice.”
“I’m still in awe of the sky. Who has the sun and moon perform at their wedding.”
“It was most auspicious.” I smothered a yawn. “I hope they live happily ever after.”
He caught my chin and turned my face to his. “You really mean that, don’t you?”
I nodded. “I’ve said those words before, but I didn’t mean them. Not without reservations. Now, I feel capable of wishing Luis and William well from my heart.”
“Why, do you think?”
“On some level, I never let Luis go. You know that. You’ve seen the emotional roller coaster I’ve been on.”
“Yeah.”
“It’s okay for him to get what he wants. It doesn’t mean all my dreams are dead. The choices I made…they’re the right ones for me. You reminded me that taking a little time out to enjoy life won’t kill me.”
“Mm.” He lowered his chin so our foreheads pressed together. “What time do we have to leave?”
“I’ll call down and tell them I won’t be staying. Maybe they’ll give us a late checkout, but if not, probably around eleven.”
“Plenty of time to eat breakfast and bend you over the table afterwards.”
“Oh God.” I would feel him for a week as it was. “You’ll have to take a rain check I think.”
“Oh, Ryan.” He looked appalled. “Did I hurt you? I—”
“It’s fine,” I reassured him. “I’m just not used to spending that much time with something in my ass.”
“Right.” He nipped my shoulder. “Old men are delicate. I forgot.”
“Keep it in mind,” I teased. “My body aches all over, but it’s a wonderful feeling. I wouldn’t trade last night for anything, but maybe we should hit the spa.”
