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ADDISON
Waking up next to Chase is heaven, even if I’m sore in places I’d forgotten I could be sore in. Maybe especially because I’m sore in places I’d forgotten I could be sore in.
Not only does he have the looks, but he also has the stamina. Our first night together was hot and dirty, and I loved every second of it, but it didn’t prepare me for the tenderness and care he showed me last night.
I can’t remember a time I’ve ever felt so beautiful or cherished, a feeling I hadn’t expected from a man I’ve only known a few days.
Maybe our lack of expectations is what makes things so easy between us. We both know how this will end, and without the worry of the future, we can just live and breathe in the moment.
Pushing the hair out of my face with a groan, I turn my head to Chase, surprised to see him awake and grinning over at me.
“Morning.” His voice is gruff as his fingertips dance up and down my spine. I close my eyes and enjoy the chills that run over me.
“Mmm... I need pancakes,” I murmur contently.
“What?”
“Pancakes. I need those.”
He chuckles into his pillow. “Is that your way of asking me to make you breakfast?”
“No, it’s my way of telling you I need pancakes as strongly as I need my next breath. What you choose to do with that information is up to you.”
His hand is now playing in my hair, lulling me gently. Maybe I don’t need those pancakes after all.
“I can get on board with pancakes,” he says quietly.
“And coffee. Lots of coffee.”
“A little tired, are we?” His tone is cocky, so I make the effort to open my eyes just so he can see them roll back in my head.
“Sore. Tired. Happy,” I reply. His fingers are still massaging my scalp, the blankets trapping in the heat radiating from his body.
“Well, my work here is done,” he murmurs. I frown and reach up to wiggle my finger ‘no’ in front of his face.
“I haven’t gotten my pancakes yet, so actually, it’s not.” His laugh shakes both of us as it echoes throughout the room.
“You’re a brat,” he teases, snuggling his lips against my shoulder and sliding his arm around me. I rub my face against him, taking a deep sniff and enjoying his scent.
“Do I smell?” He pulls back slightly, one corner of his mouth lifted.
“Yeah, amazingly,” I murmur before taking a wide bite of his arm and then covering the space with three small kisses.
The silence hangs between us and, for the first time, I feel the need to fill it.
“What’s your favorite color?” I ask abruptly.
“Woman, you could give a man whiplash.” He pauses. “Why do you wanna know my favorite color? You gonna get me a present?”
“This is your present,” I flail my hand in the air at the length of my body.
“And a damn good present it is, baby.”
I smile. It was hot when he called me baby during sex, but hearing it come out of his mouth when he isn’t caught up in the moment causes my heart to squeeze in my chest. Ethan never called me baby. In fact, he never called me anything but plain ole’ Addison.
“I don’t have a favorite color,” he finally answers.
“What? How is that even possible?”
