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“The hell you say.”
“Cole.”
“Not happening, Em.” He tugged my hand and led me down the hall. “You’re being ridiculous.”
“I’m being respectful of your kids.”
“The kids are fine,” he grumbled. “They’re in their rooms, and they couldn’t care less about what you and I are up to.”
“They could come into the room.”
“They won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
He opened his door and pulled me inside. I let him. Partly because I knew there was no point in fighting him. He was going to get his way. And partly because I wanted to be in that room with him just as much as he wanted me to be. He started taking off his T-shirt and jeans, but I didn’t move. I just stood there watching him.
He glanced up at me with a smirk. “You’re even more stubborn than I thought.”
“I’m not stubborn.” I crossed my arms. “I’m just being careful.”
“That’s not the word I’d use.”
He was still smiling when he shook his head and reached for me again, pulling me over to him. I slipped my arms around his neck as I told him, “You know, you can’t always get your way.”
“No, but I am tonight.”
“Don’t push it.”
He leaned in and kissed me, thinking he’d won. And for the most part, he had. But I wasn’t getting under the covers, and there would be no fooling around. That’s what I kept repeating in my head as I slipped on one of his T-shirts and waited for him to climb into bed.
He didn’t argue when I laid down on top of the comforter, pulling the corner’s edge over me. It did earn me a chuckle and a kiss on my temple. He turned out the light, and after that, he was a proper gentleman, keeping his hands completely to himself.
I woke the next morning feeling warm and comfortable in a way that felt amazing and wrong at the same time. That’s when I realized I was sprawled across Cole, my head on his chest, and my leg tangled with his. His arm was resting on my hip, and I was no longer on top of the covers.
Apparently, my sleeping-self was a bit of a hooch, and I ended up breaking every rule I’d made for myself. I looked up, and that’s when I heard Reese’s voice say, “You’re awake.”
Oh. My. God.
I turned to the foot of the bed and found her sitting there with a stuffed animal in her lap, watching us. I shot upright, and Cole’s arm tightened around me, easing me back down next to him. “What’s going on, Peanut?”
“Are you going to marry Emery?”
“Maybe.”
“Are you going to have babies?”
“It’s too early for this, kid.”
“Are you?”
“Not today.”
“Why not?” she huffed.
“Because we’re not married.”
“You can still have a baby.” Reese sounded quite informative as she told us, “People have babies all the time.”
