Page 83 of Don't Puck His Best Friend
He just watches me, and I want to know what he’s thinking. Then as if I get an answer, he pulls me onto his chest and plays with my hair.
“I wasn’t expecting to do this tonight.”
I laugh. “So much for talking.”
“We did a lot of talking. It’s water under the bridge.”
“Really?” I ask, my chest squeezing tight that he’s not going to stay hung up over the past.
He nods as I snuggle under his chin and run my fingertips across his skin.
Plan B worked, which means I no longer have to do Plan C.
37
In Love and Insatiable
Harper
Iwakeupwrappedin warmth—Cole's arms around me, sunlight streaming through his bedroom window in soft golden bars. For a moment, I just lie there, breathing in the scent of him mixed with clean sheets, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back. This is what contentment feels like, I think. This is what it means to be exactly where you're supposed to be.
I turn carefully in his arms, not wanting to wake him, but needing to see his face. He's still asleep, eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks, lips slightly parted, looking more peaceful than I've ever seen him. There's something vulnerable about watching someone sleep—like you're seeing them without all the guards they put up during the day.
With Liam, everything was electric uncertainty. My heart would race, my thoughts would scatter, and I'd constantly wonder where I stood. The sex was good, too. But with Cole, there's fire—amazing fire—but there's also this foundation. This sense that I can trust him to catch me if I fall.
His eyes flutter open, and for a second, we just stare at each other. Then he smiles—this slow, sleepy smile that makes my stomach flip—and pulls me closer.
"I could get used to this," he murmurs against my forehead, his voice rough with sleep.
"Waking up to my bedhead?" I tease, running my fingers through what I'm sure is a disaster of tangles.
"Waking up to you." He says it so simply and something in my chest goes tight and warm.
I lean up to kiss him, soft and slow, and he responds by rolling onto his back and pulling me on top of him. We stay like that for a while, just kissing lazily, hands wandering over familiar territory, neither of us in any rush to start the day.
"Do you have practice?" I ask him between kisses.
He groans. "Don't remind me."
"I have that mountain of homework I've been avoiding."
"So what you're saying is, we should stay in bed and ignore all our responsibilities?"
I grin against his mouth. "That's exactly what I'm saying."
"I like the way you think." His hands slide under his t-shirt I'm wearing, and I shiver at the warmth of his touch against my bare skin.
Before things can go any further, there's a whine and a scratch at the bedroom door. Rex.
Cole drops his head back against the pillow with a laugh. "Worst timing ever, buddy."
"He probably needs to go out," I say, though I'm not exactly eager to move either.
"Fin probably care of it, but I’ll let him out." Cole sits up, and I admire the view as he walks across the room in just his boxer briefs. He catches me staring and grins, flexing his arms playfully.
I roll my eyes. "Show-off."
He opens the door and Rex bounds in immediately, making a beeline for the bed and jumping up to lick my face enthusiastically.
