“You stole my cat.”
“He made his choice.”Vinny purrs louder as if confirming my words.
Vanessa narrows her eyes as she glares at the cat.“I feed you.”
I huff out a laugh before I can stop it, and something in her expression softens further at the sound.
“You laugh more now.”
The observation catches me off guard.“So do you.”
Neither of us moves after that.And maybe that’s what feels strangest of all about us being together again.It’s not the sex, or even the intimacy.It’s the ease of things between us.
Like somewhere over the last week, we accidentally slipped back into something that fits too well to be safe.
Vanessa’s fingertips drag down my stomach beneath the sheets, and every coherent thought leaves my body instantly.“Nessa…”
Her mouth curves against my skin.“Yes?”
“That’s dangerous.”
“You say that like it’s a problem.”She kisses my chest once before sliding over me, her skin warm against mine as her hair falls forward around us both.And God help me, whatever restraint I woke up with disappears in an instant.
The kiss starts lazy and slow, but so deliberate.All warm mouths and wandering hands beneath tangled sheets while the city breathes outside the windows.And Vanessa still knows exactly how to unravel me.Always has.Especially like this.
Soft laughter between kisses.Her thighs sliding against mine.My hands gripping her hips tighter when she shifts over me with skillful pressure that pulls a rough sound straight from my throat.
“There he is,” she murmurs against my mouth.
I flip her onto her back before she can get smug about that.Vanessa laughs outright this time, breathless and bright beneath me as I pin her wrists lightly above her head.“You’re aggressive this morning.”I growl into her ear.
“You like aggressive.”She murmurs, her pulse jumping beneath my mouth as I kiss slowly down her neck.
“You seem extremely confident in that assessment.”
“Because you know I’m right.”
“Maybe.”I flash a feral grin before sealing my mouth over hers, and the sound she makes when I kiss her tells me everything I need to know.
By the time we drag ourselves out of bed nearly an hour later, Vanessa’s apartment smells like coffee and sex and the sunflowers I brought her yesterday.They sit in a blue vase, bright against the kitchen counter.
Vanessa stands barefoot in the kitchen wearing my black t-shirt while she pours coffee into mismatched mugs.Everything feels so domestic and for one unhinged second my brain offers up the thought:
I could get used to this.
And it’s terrifying.Absolutely terrifying.
“You’re staring again.”
I lean one shoulder against the counter, my eyes dragging over bare legs and messy hair and her lazy smile.“You’re wearing my shirt.”
“You left it on the floor.”
“That’s not technically permission.”
“It absolutely is.”
God, this woman.I move toward her before I can stop myself, sliding one hand around her waist while I steal a slow kiss that tastes like coffee and warmth and something close to happiness.
