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“You are the perfect body pillow,” Coop whispers, his lips tracing the vein in my neck as he speaks. “So comfy. I don’t wanna move.”
I don’t either, but I don’t admit that out loud. I just keep those thoughts buried deep. It’s safer that way.
“I need you to sleep in my bed every night, okay?” he says as his hand massages my ass cheek. It feels real nice, real fucking good, so I don’t ask him to stop and I don’t pull away. Never had a butt massage before, but I like it.
My dick does too for some weird reason.
“I can’t make any promises.”
“But we sleep better when we’re together,” Coop whines and then nibbles on my ear. “I love waking up next to you.”
My heart flutters in my chest, and I feel like I’m short on air. Where did it go? I can’t fucking breathe.
Pulling away from him, I roll and sit up, his hands falling to the mattress as I shift off the bed.
“I need to pee,” I say, making an excuse. Really, I need to splash my face with water and get a fucking grip. I can’t sleep with Coop every night, letting him hold me like I’m a child, like a needy wretched man. And I most certainly can’t have him touching me like that, especially with morning wood between us.
It feels too good.
It’s too damn tempting.
I walk into the bathroom and stare at my reflection in the mirror. I look relaxed, happy even. Maybe that’s what cuddling does for me. It’s unaged me. I look at least a decade younger. What if he continues to hold me, touch me? How young will I end up looking?
At this point, at least twenty-one again.
Splashing my face with water and brushing my teeth, I take a long piss before going back to the bedroom. Coop is still lying in bed, pillows all around him. His eyes are droopy and tired. As I approach, those arms reach out for me, beckoning me back to him.
“Come on, let’s cuddle for a bit longer. I’m not ready to get up.”
I shouldn’t. I should walk away with my man-card intact. But I don’t. I just let my legs lead me back to him. I crawl into his embrace and tuck myself against his heart and lean into it. I can do this for just a little longer, I think. Just a bit longer before I pull away.
Chapter Seven
Coop
“So, spill everything,” Owen says, his mouth already gulping down a mimosa. His Southern drawl is heavy this morning which means he’s been talking with his parents recently. They’re from Georgia, and Owen has a Southern accent that grows thicker the longer they’re together. And I love it. To be honest, I crushed on him a bit in high school just from the way he spoke. Until I realized the two of us were not compatible at all. Not one bit.
“Yes, Cooper,” Patrick adds, leaning forward and batting his dark eyelashes at me. “Tell us all the things.”
I glower at my friends, shifting in the booth and picking up a menu. I already know what I want. The three of us have met here on a monthly basis for ages, catching up on everything we’ve missed. Sometimes life is crazy and this is the only way to make sure we don’t miss out on each other’s lives. And they have missed out.
“You know, since we weren’t invited to the wedding,” Patrick adds, still salty about it.
“How did you expect me to invite you? It was impromptu and I was plastered? I can’t even remember my own wedding.”
“We should be embedded so deep in your subconscious that we should have at least gotten a text,” Owen adds, and I roll my eyes. “And we haven’t even gotten to meet your beautiful, blushing groom yet.”
Well, they’re correct on one thing. He is beautiful and he does blush. He blushed all morning yesterday when I held him against me in bed. I could feel how hot his face was, how needy his body was despite him trying to fight it.
I love watching those walls break down to find the touch-starved man underneath.
If only he’d just come to me without any prompting. The joy I’ll feel on that day, like I’ve won something that I didn’t expect.
“He has a dazed look about him, don’t you think?” Patrick says about me, and I hear Owen hum in response.
“He does. Must be the newly married bliss.”
“No, I’m just bored of this conversation.”
