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I can’t wait to watch him grovel.

I took extra-long in the shower on purpose. After I brushed out my hair and pulled on a t-shirt I went to his room. He would drag me out of my bed anyway if I tried to stay there, so I avoided that fight altogether. I have a blanket and a pillow in my hand as I come in. He is lying in bed, scrolling through his phone.

I walk over to his couch and toss down my pillow before sitting down.

“Are you really not going to sleep in the bed with me?” He leans up off the headboard to look at me.

“Did you think I was joking?” I fling my blanket up so it lays out over my legs.

He gets up and walks towards me. I try to avert my eyes from his tattooed body which is only covered by a pair of black boxer briefs. Lord give me strength, cause if not, I’m going to need confession.

“Okay then. I'll take care of it in the morning.” He sits down on the couch. “Scoot up. I'll sleep here with you.”

My eyes flicker up to meet his. Sighing, I scoot up so he can lay down behind me. When he gets in position, I lay down, so my back is to his front. His arm circles my waist, and he tugs me to him, so we are spooning. I let out a deep breath. I realize how much I’ve missed his arms. They feel familiar and peaceful, and I hate to admit it, but I still want him so bad it hurts. He has to show me he can be what I need. I would give him my heart in the blink of an eye, but I just don’t know if he can hold it without breaking it.

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