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He presses into me again, then holds there, his forehead resting against mine as he comes. I feel him shudder and slide my hand into his hair, keeping him close while we both try to catch our breath.

For a little while, neither of us says anything.

Then he kisses me. My mouth, my cheek, the spot beside my ear.

I turn my face toward his.

"Hi."

He lets out a breath that turns into a laugh.

"Hi, Cupcake."

He eases out of me and disappears into the bathroom, then comes back with a warm washcloth. Afterward, I settle beside him while he gets his arm comfortable on the pillow.

"Too much?" I ask, looking at his shoulder.

"No." He brushes his lips over my forehead. "Come here."

I tuck myself against his good side, my hand resting on his chest.

The television is still paused on a woman I was very invested in an hour ago.

I can’t remember her name.

Wolf follows my gaze.

"Should we finish the episode?"

I look up at him.

"What?" he asks. "You were very specific about the marathon."

I laugh and rest my cheek against his chest again.

"We have time."

His hand moves slowly over my back. "What else would you like to do instead?"

"Let’s do that again."

Chapter Sixteen

Baylor

"Are you going to let me have that, or should I get another mug?"

Wolf looks down at the coffee in his hand, then back at me. He’s barefoot, standing in the kitchen, in sweatpants and a T-shirt, his hair still a mess from the pillow.

"I made this for you."

"Then why are you holding it hostage?"

"I haven’t had a good-morning kiss."

"You had one in the bedroom."

"That was before you showered. A lot has happened since then."