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I felt a smile tugging at my lips. Did she seriously think I was going to let her sleep on the couch?
“You're in bed with me,” I said, moving toward the hallway.
“No, really. The couch is fine. I don't want to be... in the way.”
I stopped by the bathroom, turning to her, expecting to see her smiling like she was teasing me or something. But all I saw was seriousness.
“Doll, you're sleeping in bed with me. And I want you to be all up in my way. Oh and,” I said, giving her a slow up-and-down, “there will be no 'practically' about it. You're in my bed, you're naked.”
With that, I let myself into the bathroom, the image of her wide-eyed surprise burned in my brain as I stripped and jumped in the shower.
When I dried off and made my way back to the bedroom, towel slung low on my hips, I found her on the bed. Still in the tee. Legs hidden underneath the covers.
My lips quirked up when her gaze went to me. And, as if she couldn't help it, her eyes went down my chest and stomach, stopping at the towel. As soon as her gaze held there, I pulled the tuck and let it fall to the floor. She looked for a long second before her gaze went to the comforter around her waist.
“Thought I made the no clothes rule pretty clear,” I said, moving toward my side of the bed and pulling back the sheets.
“You can sleep however you want to. I like to have clothes on.”
“Fuck what you like,” I said, reaching over and hauling the shirt over her head and tossing it into the hallway.
“Seriously?” she asked, eyes burning into me as her arm went across her chest, covering her breasts.
“Yup.”
“You take your bed way too seriously,” she grumbled, sliding under the covers.
I laid back for a minute before reaching out and hauling her into my side. She let out a yelp and her hand settled on my stomach, trying to push back. “Relax.”
“I will if you let me go,” she said, still pushing.
I shook my head, dragging her half onto my chest, one arm locked around her shoulders, the other around her hips, one of her legs trapped between mine. I traced my fingers across her hip and she stopped struggling, rubbing her face against my chest and making a quiet whimpering sound in her throat that went right to my cock.
“Glad to know you're up for a fuck anytime my hands touch you, doll, but I'm beat so you're gonna have to suffer through till morning.” I smiled when I felt her try to raise herself up. “Go to sleep, Alex.”
“Stop being so fucking bossy,” she countered, but settled back down.
“Not gonna happen,” I said, squeezing her once before settling back.ThirteenAlexI woke up cold.
That was how I knew that I was alone. Breaker's huge body had been like a furnace all night. A warm, snuggly furnace. If someone would had told me that Bryan Breaker: six feet-something of ruthless contract muscle and very rough sex-haver was a full-contact sleeper, I would have said they were crazy.
But that was before he ripped off his towel (hot), then ripped off my tee (even hotter) and hauled me against his body, completely trapping me with both his arms and one of his legs, and not letting me so much as twitch all night.
I thought I would feel claustrophobic. I had never slept in the same bed with someone else. And even though I had always slept on a tiny twin size, I always had plenty of room to roll and move around when I got restless. Which was frequently.
And I was never a deep, deep sleeper either. Every yell on the streets below my apartment and every beeping of a locking car woke me up. As did my usual nightly bad dreams.
But I slept through.
For the first time in I can't remember how long.
Part of it was likely due to the utter silence of Breaker's secluded house.
But that didn't explain why there weren't bad dreams.
I was trying really hard to not focus on that little fact.
How I slept through Breaker sneaking out from underneath me? Yeah, that was a complete mystery.
I pushed myself up in bed, wiping the sleep out of my eyes. I made my way over to his dresser and grabbed a new tee, slipped into it, and scurried to the bathroom.
After some rummaging, I found an extra toothbrush and went to work on brushing them as well as frantically trying to finger-comb some semblance of order to my hair. Given the only option being hand soap, I forewent washing my face and made my way out to the living area.
Only to stop dead at seeing Breaker with his strong back to me, a pair of gray sweatpants low on his hips, standing at the sink... washing dishes.
Washing. Dishes.
The site was so unexpected and strange that I felt a strange laugh escape my lips.
At the sound, Breaker's head turned over his shoulder. “What's funny?”
“You wash dishes?” I asked, stepping into the living room.
“How else they gonna get clean?”
“I don't know. I figured badasses didn't have to do stuff like that. That the dishes came alive and washed themselves out of fear of retribution or something.”
At this, he snorted, his eyes getting warm. “There's coffee.”
Okay. This was weird.
Not weird in a bad way.
Weird in a weird way.
Because it was so normal. It was the way countless people probably started their mornings. Doing banal chores. Sharing a smile. Offering each other coffee. It was positively... domestic.
At that, I laughed again.
Because men like Breaker should never be described as domestic.
I walked over to the coffee machine, pouring myself a cup and topping off his. Like a ritual.
Meanwhile, I had never topped off someone else's coffee ever before.
“You hungry?” I asked, feeling uncomfortable with the silence.
“You cook?”
“I can burn some toast,” I offered, going to grab the bread and putting two slices for myself into the toaster.
