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His eyes drift closed, and he exhales, looking relaxed and at peace. “That bacon smells good, but I think lying here is nicer.”
I hook my leg around his and scoot in closer. “I vote we stay here.”
“Okay, you convinced me.”
He rubs his thumb intimately over my lower back, and I find myself burrowing closer to him. Who knew Caleb was a cuddler? Everything he does takes me by surprise. I could get used to this.
“Caleb!” Briar calls from downstairs. “Breakfast!”
He groans, pulling me closer. “I guess we should get up.”
“Okay,” I reply, but neither of us moves for a few more minutes.
In here, we’re safe from consequences and the real world. In here, it’s just us.
Eventually, we roll away from each other, but I miss his nearness immediately.
“I’ll go down first and you follow after a few minutes. It sounds like Briar’s sister has already dropped Abigail off,” he says.
“It’s okay that I’m here?” I ask.
He shrugs. “It’s fine.”
When he climbs out of bed, I prop my head on my hand and watch him cross the room in his underwear. The sight of his broad shoulders and patch of hair on his chest has me wanting to drag him back under the covers and remind my tongue of what his cock tastes like.
He catches me watching and shoots me a playful smile before pulling on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. Then he pulls out some clothes for me, tossing them on the bed.
“Here,” he says. “I like seeing you in my clothes.”
That sends a jolt of warmth to my chest. “I like wearing them,” I reply.
It’s more than just clothes, though. It’s the sense of belonging that comes with them. He owns me.
After he disappears from the bedroom, I get dressed and wash up a bit in the bathroom. Then, I descend the stairs before turning toward the kitchen. Abby spots me immediately.
“Dean!” she squeals as she jumps from her chair and sprints toward me. When she launches herself into my arms, I can’t help the way my lips pull into a smirk.
So what if I love how she’s always so excited to see me? Anyone would love that.
It’s just one more thing that’s going to hurt when I eventually leave.
“Did you spend the night?” she asks with a head tilt.
“Uhh…” I look toward Briar at the table and Caleb at the counter, getting bacon. Neither of them seems too worried about it so I just give a shrug as I set her back down. “Yeah, so?”
“Can we have a sleepover?” she asks, hanging on my arm like a monkey.
“No.”
“Why not?” she whines.
“Because I said so. Go eat your breakfast.”
With the attention span of a squirrel, she jumps from my arm and dashes back to her seat.
“There’s coffee,” Briar says, standing up to get a mug down for me.
“Thank you.” As I fill the cup, my phone rings in my pocket.
