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“I can’t imagine a scenario where it would, but my brain has shut down at this point.”

I chuckled.

“You know what my mother says.”

“Yep. Don’t worry about things that haven’t happened yet, you’re invitin’ trouble.”

“That’s right. And we shouldn’t worry about things going wrong anyway. Let future us deal with that if it ever happens.”

“Okay,” I said, scooching closer. “Tell me the truth: do you feel any different havin’ bottomed?”

“No. Why would I? That’s an antiquated notion.”

“Good. That’s good. Just checkin’.”

“Well, bed is supposed to be a safe space, so whatever I want should be game on.”

I smiled at him in the dark. “Yes, it should.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” I exhaled and kissed him, then rolled over on my right side with my back to him.

After a moment he said, “What the hell was that?”

I snickered.

“That was my good-night kiss?”

“Yes. Go to sleep.”

He was quiet a few moments. “I want another kiss.”

“Why don’t you come on over here and put your arm around me.” His breath caught; I heard it easily. “No? You don’t want to?”

“No, I…do,” he whispered, and suddenly he was there, his chest plastered to my back, his groin pressed to my ass, his thighs as well. His arm slipped around my waist, his hand on my abdomen. “You can sleep like this?”

“Of course. Why?”

“I normally get told this is too close. Smothering.”

“Yeah, but I have bad dreams,” I reminded him like I couldn’t have with anyone else. “And when I wake up next to you, that’ll be good.”

I got a kiss on my shoulder then.

“Don’t get me wrong, you bein’ in bed with me is great, but this, havin’ you wrapped around me…will be perfect.”

“Good,” he intoned, his lips on my nape, his bicep sliding under the pillow, supporting my head. “You okay?”

“I can’t remember ever bein’ better.”

His sigh was long before he rubbed his face in my hair. “We’re going to be so good together.”

And I really had no doubt.

EIGHT

Before I went to sleep, I had these fleeting visions of waking him up in the morning with a blowjob, kissing him all over, and of course, taking him over and over as he called my name. And they had all tumbled through my brain quickly because I didn’t even remember closing my eyes. The next thing I knew, Lang’s phone was pinging like he was receiving eight thousand text messages, and then my phone started ringing.