I breathed in the scent of my former enemy’s hair and smiled as a wave of that jasmine and honey scent washed over me. She always smelled wonderful. The time I used her shampoo because I ran out had not been a hindrance. And maybe I’d done it multiple times instead of just solving the problem sooner.
Something I hadn’t realized the first time I woke up with her in my arms? The way her eyelids softly moved when she dreamed. And how she loved to nuzzle, which she was doing right now. I didn’t hate it. Instead, I squeezed her closer, which was a mistake because it woke her up.
She took a whiff of my skin as she blinked awake, and it gave me the smallest amount of gratification that she’d done the same thing as me. Though I’d been awake when I’d done it. Not relevant.
A smile tugged at her lips. “Hi.”
That scratchy quality I rarely heard from her was music to my ears.
“Morning.” I clutched the back of her head as locks of hair cascaded over my fingers. Was there a better feeling? Why was everything so good with her?
She reached up and pushed a piece of my hair behind my ear. “How is it that you look like a perfect Norse god right after you wake up?”
A puff of air left my lips. She was so cute when she was drowsy. “Maybe I am a god. Ever thought about that?”
“Careful. We just fixed this cabin. Can’t have your ego busting down the walls.”
Fuck, she was adorable. “I think we’ll be fine. I built them sturdy.”
The eye roll that followed had to have hurt her head. The knock on her door sure did hurt mine.
“What was that?” Nat rolled over to find her phone and scowled. It was a quarter past six.
Two more knocks sounded, and she groaned as she awkwardly rolled over my body to get to the ground. She yanked open her dresser and pulled out a silky robe. Instantly, my mind went to all the ways that tie should be used, but we didn’t have the time.
I chuckled under my breath as Hazel’s voice came through the door. “Nat, I know it’s early, but it’s freezing out here. Can you please open the door?”
Nat’s eyes widened, and she shoved my pants into my chest. The chuckling turned into laughter.
“Shh.”
She was right. Someone could hear me outside of this studio-sized cabin of hers.
“Coming. I’m coming,” she said in annoyance.
“Remember saying that last night?” I whispered.
She threw my shoe at me. The first one missed. The second one got me in the stomach.
“Oof.”
“Oh no, did I bruise your eight-pack?” she whispered harshly.
The cocky grin I gave her must not have been the result she was looking for, because she threw my shirt at my head.
Nat pulled on a pair of yoga pants. “Hide.”
It was as if we realized the problem at the same time: her studio didn’t have many hiding places.
“Please, Nat,” Hazel whined. “I really have to pee.”
Shit.
I scanned the area as I pulled up my pants. There was her couch, but it was in the wide open, and Hazel would walk past it. Her kitchen faced the door. Her bed was also in wide view. Why was this cabin so open? My eyes darted around anyway as if another option would materialize. Nope.
Nat must have been watching me, because she stood next to a window, waiting for my attention, like she already knew the answer.
“No.”
