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I smirk as I rinse my hair, and then I quickly shave my legs because, well, I’m being optimistic.

The soothing hot water makes me sleepy, which doesn’t surprise me in the least since I hardly sleep these days. So when it’s time to turn off the water, my movements are slow as I towel dry my hair until it’s just damp, and then brush through it and weave it into a braid down my back and clean my teeth. I manage to pull on panties and the T-shirt, and then forgo the leggings as I walk out to the bedroom.

Tucker must have come up here while I was in the shower because the bedside light is on, and that bed looksamazing.

“I’ll just try it out. See if it’s as comfortable as it looks.”

What’s the harm?

Just call me Goldilocks.

As soon as my knees hit the top of the mattress, I know it’s evenmorecomfortable than I expected. I crawl up and bury my face in his pillow and let out a moan.

A freaking moan.

Because holy shit, it smells like Tucker, and it feels amazing. I could sleep here. Even on those nights when I’m restless and the bad memories set in, I know that I could just sink right in and let go, and maybe even drift off without nightmares.

That would feel incredible.

But Tucker’s waiting for me, and I need to go downstairs. My phone is just feet away, and I could text him and ask him if we can hang out here tonight, but texting the man who’s in the same house as me feels ...lazy.

I mean, I’m not above doing it, but I can get up and go down to him.

Before I can move, I feel hands, rough with calluses, rub up my calves, and every nerve in my body sits up andpreens.

How did I not hear him come in the room?

“I’m coming downstairs,” I mutter as I turn my face to the side and see Tucker smiling down at me. “It just looked so comfy, and I had to see if it’s as good as it looked.”

“And?” he asks.

“It’s better.” His smile is soft as his hands continue to drift up and down my legs. “Do I need to apologize?”

“I just found the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life, in my shirt, on my bed. No, sweetheart, you don’t have to apologize for that.”

He doesn’t make me get up.

No, this man joins me.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

TUCKER

Ithought I was seeing things when I walked into the bedroom and found my girl lying face down on the bed, her smooth legs bare, shirt riding up and barely covering heramazingass, giving me a glimpse at black underwear. Fucking hell, I want to get my hands on her more than I want my next breath.

“We don’t need to go downstairs,” I inform her as I crawl onto the bed next to her and pull her against my chest and wrap my arms around her. She drags her leg up my thigh and to my hip, and the smile on her lips tells me everything I need to know.

She wants to be right here, in my bed. I’ll never ask her to leave. She can stay forever if she wants to.

“Do you have any idea how absolutely gorgeous you are?” My voice is a whisper. I can’t stop touching her, my fingertips drifting up and down her bare thigh, sending goose bumps over her perfect skin. “How incredible you are?”

“I’m just a normal girl, Tucker.”

I kiss her forehead, breathing her in. She smells like lavender and ...mine.

“You’re notjustanything, sweetheart. Not to me.”

“What is this that’s going on between us?” she asks, her blue eyes suddenly serious as they search my own. “It’s so fast and?—”