Not long after he suggests it, I fall asleep, snuggled in Nick’s arms.
8
Six of Cups…Reversed
My eyelashes flutter,and I stretch my hands over my head, hitting a hard mass next to me. I pop open one eye.
“Boo.” A woman with long, red hair is bent over me, smiling.
I screech, hands thrashing through the air as I twist and land on my back on the floor next to Nick’s sofa.
“What?” Nick flies up, bending over the side, peering down at me. “What’s wrong?”
I blink several times, trying to regain my composure. Light filters in from the floor-to-ceiling windows lining the back of his house.
It’s morning.
We fell asleep and slept through the night.
“I…I’m not sure,” I say, rubbing at my forehead, rising to a seated position on the floor. “A woman. She…”
I shake my head. “Sorry, I must’ve been dreaming.”
Clearly, there was no woman. The house is empty of anyone other than us, ghosts included.
He chuckles. “You’re a hazard to yourself. I should probably put bumpers up on your bed.”
“Ha ha,” I say, stretching once more and ducking my head so he doesn’t see the way my cheeks are coloring. I can feel it. “So…looks like we had an impromptu sleepover.”
Nick grins. “We did.” He holds out his hand, and I take it in mine, allowing him to pull me to my feet and back down to the couch. “I hope there’s more of those. Maybe next time, we can move to the bed. It’s a little more comfortable.”
My toes tingle, and a shiver races through me at the thought of sleeping in Nick’s bed.
“Are you going to turn strawberry every time I mention my bed, Lyss? We could always get it over with. If that’ll help.” The wide Cheshire-cat grin doesn’t fall from his face as his eyes sweep over me.
I choke on my own saliva. “I’m not shy. I just…”
He chuckles, shoulders shaking. “I’m just messing with you.”
“You’re awfully playful today,” I say, pulling the comforter over me—a layer of protection against Nick’s roaming eyes.
Not that I don’t like it. I do. A lot. It’s just my body is prone to cluing him in on just how much I like it.
“You make me laugh,” he says, shrugging.
“It would appear you’re back to normal.” I pat his leg, and he smiles.
“You’re my own personal elixir.” He pulls me down and places a lingering kiss on my mouth. “Want breakfast?” His husky voice washes over me and my shoulders shiver as my eyes close, relishing the way he makes me feel.
I nod, unable to use words, completely lost on cloud nine.
“I need to freshen up,” I say, moving to stand.
He points down the hall. “I have extra toothbrushes in a basket under the sink.”
I narrow my eyes at him and prop one fist on my hip. “Are you trying to tell me something?”
“Nope. But I do plan to kiss you. Many times. So hurry up, will ya?”
