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“Yeah,” I gasped, spearing my fingers into her wet hair. “You’re definitely up to it. Deep breath now.”
After the best blow job of my life, I washed her,thoroughly, and she dragged me back to her bed. I couldn’t stop smiling. Chloe wriggled around until she was comfortable, using my arm as a pillow with her back pressed to my chest.
Once she was settled, I held my hand out in front of her face. “I believe I’m owed a high five.”
She snorted out a laugh and slapped her palm against mine. “This is for both of us. Giving in was the best idea ever.”
I tangled my fingers with hers and brought her hand to my mouth for a kiss. “Stay or go?” My breath caught in my chest while I waited for her answer. She’d told me she didn’t invite guys to stay the night—not her hookups anyway—but I hoped we’d stopped pushing each other away.
“Stay,” she whispered.
Relief flooded me as she cuddled closer and let out a happy sigh. I’d waited years to hear her say that. Tonight might as well have been a dream, or a fantasy. I never wanted to let her go.
“Are you sure you want me to stay? The others will notice if we’re having sleepovers.”
She snorted. “Not Mac. He’s preoccupied with his own ego.”
“Maybe not Mac,” I conceded. “But Eva’s probably going to trip on my suit the second she walks in the door. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was having a psychic flash right now.”
“Eva won’t say anything if we ask her not to.”
“I don’twantto ask her not to. If D is going to take a swing at me, I don’t want to add lying to his face for an undisclosed amount of time to the list of sins.”
Chloe turned to face me with a frown. “Do you regret tonight?”
I hesitated, and she stiffened, scooting back a little.
“Are you serious right now?”
“No.” I hooked an arm around her waist, anchoring her against me before she could move away again. “I don’t regret any of things I’ve done with you other than waiting so long to do them.”
Slowly, her posture softened. “I’m not ready to share you with D yet. Please?”
I couldn’t deny her, even though the omission stuck in my gut. “Whatever you need, Chloe.”
“Do you ever do anything only for you? Simply because you want to and it makes you feel good?” she asked.
I brushed her hair away from her face, grazing her cheekbone with my thumb. “Pretty sure I just did.”
Chloe fell silent, but she wasn’t sleeping. Her fingers traced patterns on my arm until she figured out what she wanted to say a few minutes later. “This is new for me. I don’t know what the right move is, and I’m terrified of screwing everything up. You might have noticed my unfortunate track record of bad decisions. How am I supposed to know this isn’t another one?”
I winced as the echo of my uncle harping on my dad’s bad decisions, me included, circled in my mind. Her fear wasn’t about me though. Chloe was scared she wouldn’t be enough for me to risk my relationship with D, and I couldn’t fault her for that response considering my initial reservations.
“I can’t tell you everything is going to be okay, but Icansay I want to be here, right now, with you. Not with D’s little sister or a convenient ball bunny. With the Chloe that thinks strawberry is an adventurous ice cream flavor, and laughs at every single cat meme on the internet, and does her best to protect opinionated ducks even when they don’t deserve it.”
Her lips curved up and the shadows left her eyes. “Henry wasn’t so bad.”
“You make me happy, and nothing short of a blazing inferno would convince me to leave your bed.” I kissed her temple, then added, “Please don’t light anything on fire.”
Her body shook with laughter. “I make no promises.” She yawned loudly and rolled over to curl into a ball tucked into my side. “Thanks for being you, Noah. Also for the very not disappointing orgasms.”
No one had ever thanked me for getting them off before. I closed my eyes and pressed my face into her hair, breathing in the sweet smell. No going back now. Chloe was mine, and the thought of returning to only being friends clawed a hole in my chest.
* * *
Chloe was not a morning person.I knew that already, but when I kissed her shoulder, she straight up growled at me. Full demon voice. The only words I caught weremurderandsleep. She burrowed deeper into the covers, wiggling her ass against my morning wood, and I sighed.
I could probably change her mind with very little effort, but the sun streaming through her window meant I was most likely late for Shaw’s training. Spring football may have been less demanding than the regular season, but Coach still expected us to maintain a high level of discipline.
