Page 132 of Withered

“Weren’t you sleepy?” He asks, amused.

I nod. “But we ate after that. So, I’m not sleepy anymore.”

He smirks. That means I have to be ready for anything now. “Not even after I’d fingered you?”

My mouth hangs open. I’m still not used to his foul mouth. But if he throws words like that, it’s going to be trouble.

“I’m sleepy,” I say, turning around so that my back is to him. I hear his faint chuckle.

“C’mere,” Jake mumbles, and the next thing I know, my back is pressed against his chest, an arm over my stomach. I feel his lips on my temple, and he whispers, “Good night.”

With a smile on my lips, I reply, “Night, Jake.” This is where I fit; this is where I belong.

I woke up due to sunlight blinding my eyes. I groan, and my hands reach for the comforter. I feel the soft fabric and grab it, but it won’t budge. When I open my eyes, a hand is blocking the comforter. My gaze follows the hand and lands on Jake, his hair messed up and his breath fanning my cheek. My body is crushed up against him.

I stroke his soft hair, and his eyelids move, a frown taking over his face, but he doesn’t wake up. I’m wide awake now, so I play with his hair, then trace his nose and put my hand on his cheek, rubbing his jaw. His eyelids slowly open, and I retract my hand.

“Good morning,” I whisper.

He smiles and replies, “Morning.” He flexes his body, removing the weight of his hand from my tummy. I get up and get out of bed.

“Where are you going?” Jake asks in his sleepy voice.

“Get up. It’s almost nine. We can’t stay in bed all day.” I tell him as I pull my hair into a bun. They were probably sticking out, looking like a bird’s nest.

“Come back here, and I’ll show you we can stay all day,” Jake suggests, and I think about it.

I grab a cushion and hit him. “Get up.”

He groans and gets up, tossing the pillow on the floor. I make a run for the bathroom, but Jake catches my wrist and turns me around.

“You called for this.” He leans in to kiss me, but I stop him with my palm over my lips.

He looks at me, confused, his eyes peering down at me. “I haven’t brushed yet,” I murmur against my palm.

“I don’t fucking care,” he replies, and I shake my head no. He rolls his eyes and plants a kiss on my palm.

“Get ready; I’ll meet you downstairs,” Jake states.

I halt when I remember that my clothes are soaked and I can’t walk around wearing that party dress again.

“What will I wear?”

His eyes skim my body, and a smirk makes its way onto his face. “I’m perfectly fine with nothing.”

“I’m keeping the shirt,” I declare and dash into the bathroom.

I walk downstairs after a refreshing bath and wander around until I find Jake in the kitchen making coffee. He looks like he showered, as his hair is wet and sticking up. Instead, he’s dressed in his normal black pants that hang loosely on his hips. I, on the other hand, am the opposite. I’m wearing his shirt and no pants, just my underwear.

He notices me and hands me a cup of coffee. We drink in silence before Tyler strolls into the kitchen wearing only gray sweatpants and his messy hair.

“Morning, guys.” He smiles and flops onto a chair.

Jake laughs beside me. When I look at him, I notice he is staring at Tyler with sheer amusement.Am I missing out on something?

“What is it with you guys not wearing a shirt?” I ask both of them.

“We don’t work out for nothing,” Tyler answers.

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