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“Yeah, sounds like you’re enjoying the hell out of it.” After a beat of silence, she sighs loudly. “Look. We’ll share the bed.”
My brow leaps. I prop myself up on my elbows to look at her. That position has my back aching, too, but I don’t care right now. “Really?”
Her eyes flit to the side, like she’s taking a second to reconsider her proposal. Her gaze meets mine again, and she nods. “Yeah. Really.”
Heat laces into my bloodstream. Immediately, I can feel her body pressing against mine under the covers. I can feel my hand raking against her smooth thigh, traveling up, past the hem of that oversized t-shirt, to find out whether or not she really is wearing shorts …
I clench my teeth, trying to extinguish those thoughts. The last thing I need is to get under those covers with her and be pitching a tent with my cock all night.
“You sure?” I ask.
She rolls her eyes. “Yes, Tuck, I’m sure. It’s not a big deal.”
I grin. “Oh? Because when we first walked in here and you laid your eyes on that single, solitary bed, it sure seemed like a big deal to you.”
“Don’t make me change my mind.”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “Just make sure you keep your hands to yourself underneath the covers, Lockley.”
That earns me the second pillow being flung in my face.
“Hey!” I exclaim through laughter, tossing it back on the bed. “I’m an injured man!”
“Keep it up and you’ll be more injured,” she replies. She’s side-eyeing me, but I don’t miss the way the edge of her mouth twitches.
Olivia crawls into bed first. When I join her under the covers, it takes every drop of self-control I can summon to hold a raging hard-on at bay. Oh, believe me, my cock sure as hell isn’t flaccid. I doubt it’ll be all night. But at least it’s not throbbing so hard it threatens to tear my boxers off my hips.
“Hey, hand me my book bag,” I say, nodding towards her side of the beg. When she does, I take out my laptop. “I brought my computer. Want to watch something before we go to sleep?”
She shrugs. “Sure. How about a long foreign movie with lots of lingering camera shots?”
“Pass,” I chuckle.
“Really, though, how about something light? You know what I actually haven’t watched yet? The Office.”
I hum with interest. “Me neither. I’ve been meaning to, though. Alright,” I say, perky with excitement, “The Office it is.”
Olivia quirks an eyebrow at me as I pull it up on one of my streaming subscriptions. “Why are you starting with Season 2?”
“Everyone says Season 2 is when it really starts to get good, and that you’re not missing much by skipping the first. I think we should make sure our first night in bed isn’t a disappointment and just jump into the second one.”
She snorts. “Our only night in bed.”
I arch an eyebrow and crook the side of my mouth at her just slightly. We’ll see about that, my expression says, though I keep the thought to myself.
My eyes flutter open. They’re met with darkness. It must be the middle of the night, as there’s a sliver of space between the two curtains drawn together over the window, but there’s not a hint of light.
I can’t see much yet as my eyes adjust. But I do smell something.
It’s a citrusy, lavender scent, light and airy. It’s so good that I take a deep, strong draw of it through my nostrils. I roll my lips in appreciation as the smell suffuses through me.
Then I realize what my head is lying on. It’s not just my pillow. It’s softer than my pillow, smoother. And the scent is coming from it.
I realize that Olivia’s back is pressed against me. While we slept, her hair must have feathered over my pillow. The side of my face lies against the feathered strands, my nose pressed into a thick, luxurious tuft of hair at the back of her head.
I pull in another breath, savoring the smell. Her back is right against my chest. We’re practically spooning. The warmth of her body is spreading through me.
My head swims in the scent and the feeling. This is like a dream. No, better than a dream. Like I’ve died and gone to heaven.
