I cock an eyebrow at her and close the door.
“Do you have any weird freckles?”
Chapter 17
Jaxon
When my alarm sounds a little after seven, I roll over with an exaggerated moan into my pillow. Last night, after Holly let me ‘check’ her over real quick and pull my shirt over her head, the little tease actually kicked me out of her room with nothing but a peck on the lips and a hard-on. I snatch my phone and swipe frustratedly at the little x to turn it off. I should be used to this after years and years of rising at the ass-crack of dawn or earlier, but let’s face it: I am not a morning person at heart. I flop onto my back, running my hands down my face before doing a double take to my right and smiling.
She couldn’t sleep without me.
I roll over onto my side and slip a hand under the blankets, pulling her pliant-with-sleep little body up against mine so I can spoon her. She mumbles something unintelligible and sighs. Now, how the hell am I supposed to get out of bed? Ten more minutes, then I’ll slip out and go shower. Maybe she’ll still be asleep when I get back. Snuggling close behind her, I inhale her soothing scent and close my eyes. I’ve definitely been spoiled these past two mornings. Twenty minutes later, becauseI started dozing off, I force myself out of bed for the quickest shower of my life. When I open the bathroom door, I’m faced with the inquisition.
“Morning, Jane.”
“Good morning. Have you seen my bestie?”
“You’re going to have to be a little more specific,” I tease.
“You know, somewhat tall, long legs, gorgeous hair.”
“Trystan?”
Jane snorts. “Damn, I’m gonna have to tell him that one.”
“Yes…” I mull for a second. “She’s still asleep. In my bed.”
Jane’s eyes light up, and she grins.
“No, nothing like that happened. She just couldn’t sleep and crawled in at some point during the night.”
Jane pouts, and I mirror the pout before smirking. Her inner turmoil over Holly and me is comical.
“This is going to be a thing. I just know it.”
“That’s up to her.”
“But you’re totally in it?”
“Perhaps…” I answer, not giving her what she wants as I saunter off to my room in my towel, laughing silently when I hear her huff in annoyance as I close the door.
Plopping on my bed, knowing full well she’s about to get an eyeful of all this, I kiss her shoulder peeking out from the collar of my tee before slowly pulling the blankets back a smidge. Holly lets out a noise of discontent and attempts to pull the blanket back up. She likes to sleep in too. Noted.
“Wakey wakey, sleepyhead.” I look over at the clock. “It’s almost eight.”
“I’m about to pull aTommy Boyin two seconds,” she mumbles, and my shoulders shake with laughter as I picture the motel scene where Richard pretends to be housekeeping.
“I’m not housekeeping, and I won’t fluff your pillow. The other option I can get creative with, though.”
Holly turns with a sleepy smile and pushes her hand against my bare pecs. I catch her hand and pull her into my arms. She sighs happily as she puts her head on my chest and inhales deeply.
“Mmmm, you smell deliciously fresh.”
“Better than that motel shit, huh?”
“Much.”
“You smell like sleep and blankets, and it totally makes me want to crawl back under the covers and tell everyone else to fuck off so I can snooze the day away with you.”
