Page 13 of Heart to Heart

“Somehow you’re getting me to admit things to you that I won’t even admit to myself.”

“Well, you do the same thing. To me.”

“Oh yeah?”

He nodded.

“I guess we really are friends then.”

When he spoke again, his voice was tender. “Seems like it.”

“Good. I mean, who doesn’t need more friends, right?”

He reached out and patted my hand. My body went electric at his brief touch, and I think his did too because he drew his hand back like I’d shocked him.

We finished our breakfast in silence, but it wasn’t awkward. At this point, we were each way too tired to feel any sort of embarrassment. It felt like we’d been through something with each other tonight. Like we’d bonded. Like we were real friends now—friends with possibilities, I decided. I just needed to get my shit together.

Chapter6

Liam

Iwoke up sprawled on my couch with sunlight in my eyes and a sleeping Holly draped across my chest. I had one leg on the floor while the other was bent and resting high between hers. The soft warm heat of her center was pressed tight to the bare skin of my thigh with only her panties between us.

At some point in the night we had fallen asleep, but how we had ended up like this, I did not know. We were intertwined, her cheek rested near my collarbone with one arm thrown around my waist to hang off the couch, and the other on my neck. My hands were full of her gorgeous ass, my dick was hard as a rock, and I didn’t dare move.

Then she pressed herself hard against me, ending the press with a little grind, and I knew I had to wake her up. She didn’t know what she was doing and if I let her continue, I’d be the biggest asshole on the face of the earth.

Holy shit.

She was gorgeous, unbelievable perfection. Every single nerve in my body was on high alert. I didn’t know what I had done to deserve this but I was determined to figure it out so I could wake up this way every day. I was on fire for her, burning alive as my emotions whirled and skidded around in my brain while I tried to make sense of what had happened and decide what to do.

Slowly, I lifted my hands to her waist and tried to will my erection away before she woke up and noticed it. I assumed it would be rude to let her feel it, but who knew? This was an odd situation, to say the least.

My morning wood retreated after deep and thorough contemplation of every disgusting thing I could imagine. Several shallow breaths later and I was finally able to wake her up.

“Good morning, sunshine,” I murmured, ruffling the top of her blonde head with my breath. Her hair had dried wild overnight, with waves spreading across my chest, much like the sunbeams shimmering in the light from the window.

“Morning,” she mumbled, stirring against me and tightening her arms. “Where am I?” Her eyelids fluttered open, and she looked at me, studying my face in adorable confusion. “Liam?”

“Uhhh, we fell asleep at some point.” I glanced at the coffee table, our plates and mugs were still there. “Probably after we finished eating. Pancakes and exhaustion don’t mix well, I guess.”

“Yeah, and that hot chocolate made me sleepier. I guess warm milk isn’t an old wives’ tale after all. I’m making a note of that.”

“Are you okay?” I whispered.

“Huh? Of course.” She patted my pec. “I trust you, Liam. One hundred percent, okay? But we probably shouldn’t have done this. Friends don’t fall asleep all wrapped up together on the couch.”

“Sure they do. Remember that old episode ofFriendswhen Joey and Ross took a cuddle nap together? We were just two exhausted friends who crashed after a long night. I haven’t slept this well in—well, ever, if I’m being honest. It’s fine. You had a rough time, I had a rough time, and we were there for each other. Everything is okay.”

“Are you sure? We’re really okay?”

“Honestly? I’m rarely sure of anything lately. But what I am sure of is that it’s Awkward Moments Day, so we’re covered. Apparently, we inadvertently celebrated all night. Holiday hall pass for the win.”

“God, you’re amazing and clever and also surprisingly comfortable for a dude covered in rock-hard muscles.”

“Don’t forget relentlessly charming.” I chuckled, gratified that she hadn’t yet moved off me. She felt good where she was, and even though it was torture, I wanted to savor it.

“How could I forget about that? It might be my favorite thing about you.”

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