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“I can’t right now,” he says.
I pull my mouth away and look down, then back up. “I beg to differ.”
He snorts and kisses the tip of my nose, which is somehow insanely sexy and unacceptably sweet, even though it really shouldn’t be either of those things. “I have a game tonight.”
“Uh… I know. So what?” I say. “Is this one of those weird athlete things where you’re not allowed to fuck before you compete?”
“It’s one of those weird athlete things where I have to be in the rink in approximately two hours, and I need to take a nap before that.”
I blink at him.
“A nap,” I repeat.
“Yup,” he says cheerfully. “Wanna do it with me?”
I stare and blink some more.
“A nap?” I confirm.
“You’re saying that like you’ve never had one before.”
“Not since I was three,” I say. “Or that time I had pneumonia when I was fifteen, but then I was sleeping all day anyway, so I don’t think it counted as a nap.”
Somehow, while I was talking, he’s maneuvered me to the bed.
“You’re missing out,” he says. He pulls my shirt over my head and then gets to work on my shorts, and I don’t protest because a hot guy is getting me naked, so I like where this is going. Once he’s done with me, he grabs the back of his shirt and pulls that off, too. His sweats follow, and then we’re both naked, which is even more promising, and I absolutely approve.
Ah. Nap was a euphemism. I get it now.
Only then he pulls me down on the bed, and instead of, oh, I don’t know, ravishing me within an inch of my life, he arranges us so that I’m on my side, wraps himself around me from behind, and motherfucking tucks us in. Very platonically, I might add. Minus the hard dick that’s currently poking me in the ass, but he’s not doing anything with it. Just sort of resting it between my ass cheeks.
He lets out a satisfied sigh and buries his nose in the hair at the back of my head. It takes me way too long to catch on to the fact that we’re…
“Are we cuddling?” I sound downright scandalized.
Good heavens! Cuddling! Somebody get the smelling salts.
“Mm-hmm,” Ryker hums sleepily.
“This is not—” I start to say.
He plants a soft kiss against the nape of my neck. An involuntary shiver runs through my body, and I wiggle closer before I can think better of it. And then, once common sense kicks in, I try to move away, but his arm is around me, locking me against him so tightly I can barely breathe.
“It’s the middle of the day,” I say.
He yawns.
“So get up,” he mumbles.
Right.
I will get up.
I absolutely will. It’s just that I have to wait until he’s properly asleep. Otherwise I’ll just wake him up, and then he might not be able to fall asleep again. And he does have a game, so if he says he has to take a nap, he has to take a nap, and I’m not going to stop him. This is me doing my part for school spirit.
But as soon as he’s asleep, I’m out of here.
My gaze lands on the cornflowers, sitting cheerfully on the corner of the counter.
