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She let go of her lip, and a line appeared between her furrowed brow. “Doesn’t Weston know you’re sober?”
“I told him after I made the decision to stop drinking. I’d been a month sober, completed three weeks in rehab, and felt ready to tell him I was really doing it.”
Her eyes flared. “And he just…forgot?”
“No.” My lids lowered, the memories of all the times I’d vowed sobriety flooding back. “He just didn’t believe me. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve told him I wasn’t drinking anymore only to get plastered that same night. I don’t blame Weston for taking what I’d said with a giant grain of salt.”
“But you’ve almost got a year, Miles.” She scooted closer and poked my chest. “That’s a huge deal. Are you’re just…never going to tell him? Let him figure it out himself in a decade?”
“I don’t know, Cupcake. I haven’t planned that far.” I scooped her up and rolled so she was on top of me. “You wanna lie on me for a while and maybe fall asleep on my chest? It’ll be cute.”
She wiggled around until she was propped on her forearms. No way she couldn’t feel me hard beneath her, but neither of us were acknowledging it.
“I think you should tell him. It’s important to have support around you.”
“Saoirse knows, which I figure means Luca does too.” I cuffed her chin with my knuckle. “Now, you do too. That’s all the support I need.”
Her nostrils flared. “I disagree.”
“Message received. Now, lay your big head on my chest and go to sleep.”
“My head isn’t big. Shut up.”
“Prove it by putting it right here.” I patted the center of my sternum. “Come on, Cupcake. I’m tired and need my prickly little snuggler to put me to sleep.”
Her head slowly lowered right where I wanted it to be, and I exhaled in pure contentment. The weight of her pressing on me combined with her fingers sliding around my neck to toy with the hair at my nape and her soft breaths on my skin relaxed me like nothing else had.
We shouldn’t have been doing this. Holding her in this bed had nothing to do with starting her business and everything to do with a craving I was choosing not to deny.
It was one night. That was all. A few blurred lines wouldn’t bring everything crumbling down.
We’d get back on track tomorrow.
No problem.
She let out a happy sigh, and I clutched her to me like she’d blow away if I didn’t.
Yeah. No problem at all, asshole.
Chapter Twenty-one
Daisy
I woke up hot, but not confused about what was making me that way. Miles’ legs were pretzeled with mine, and his heavy body was half burying me into the mattress. Sometime in the night, we’d gone from me lying on top of him to him taking up every inch of my personal space.
Wide awake, I remained in that position for a few minutes before carefully extricating myself from under him. My full bladder wouldn’t allow me to stay any longer, and Miles looked like he needed a lot more rest.
Once I took care of my business, including brushing my teeth and hair, I threw on a hoodie and thick pair of socks and ventured downstairs. The smell of coffee reached me before I hit the first floor. Soft murmurs next. I almost turned back. These weren’t my friends, they were Miles’. The last thing I wanted to do was intrude.
I forced my feet forward. I’d grab a coffee, then get out of their hair…whoever was in the kitchen.
Turning the corner, I regretted my decision. Weston had Elise’s back against the fridge, his hands planted on either side of her head. Her arms were looped around his waist, and her head was tipped back, giving him her full attention as he spoke to her in a low tone. I couldn’t make out what he was saying, but from the hearts in her eyes and flush in her cheeks, it was something good.
I backed away, getting three steps in before I hit my hip against a console table, knocking over a small, wooden block statue.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I hissed, righting the statue, hoping they were too wrapped up in each other to hear the cacophony.
“Are you okay?”
