Page 85 of Lose You Twice

“We should.”

Neither of us moves.

Eventually, exhaustion pulls at me, and I roll over, giving Kai my back and letting the sound of rain and sleet on the window mixed with his breathing pull me under.

When I wake the next morning, I’m warm.

Too warm.

For one second, I think the heat in our room might be stuck on high, but then I notice that my pillow is moving, breathing…and smells fantastic?

My eyes fly open, and reality checks me hard. My cheek rests against Kai’s chest, one hand curled into his T-shirt. His arm is wrapped around my waist, and one of his legs is tangled with mine.

My entire body locks, causing Kai to wake.

His arm tightens, bringing me even closer before he’s fully conscious—a sleepy instinct that almost undoes me.

Then he freezes too.

“Wren,” he says, voice rough.

The sound vibrates beneath my cheek.

I sit up too fast and nearly knee him. “Sorry.”

His hands lift. “You’re okay.”

“I know. Nothing happened. Obviously. I know that.” Words continue leaving my mouth without permission. “Let’s try that again. Good morning.”

His mouth twitches.

Do not smile.

“Morning.”

I scramble to my side of the bed and reach for my phone.

7:02.

“Crap. Breakfast is at seven-thirty.”

Kai sits up and runs a hand through his hair. It sticks up on one side, making him look warm and rumpled and unfairly good.

I look away.

“I’ll use the bathroom first. Wait, no, you should.” Pausing and turning back to face him. “It’s game day, do you still do that whole…” I move my hand around in front of me, regretting the path I’ve gone down, again, because I know exactly what game mornings used to be when we were together. He wasn’t someone who wanted to be alone. He spent every second he could kissing me before he had to go. Shaking my head, I start rummaging in my bag. “Ya know, never mind.”

“Wren,” Kai says softly.

“What?”

“Breathe.”

I stop with one hand inside my bag.

Right. Breathing. Classic.

“We slept,” he says. “That’s all.”