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Oh my God. What is happening?
“I missed you, H.” Drew’s voice was thick with sleep, and I wondered if he was still dreaming. He held on to me tight, pushing his leg between mine, tangling them together.
I didn’t think I breathed the whole time.
The whole thing was so sudden, so out of nowhere, that I couldn’t comprehend Drew wrapping himself around me…or that he missed me.
A soft snore left him, leaving me wondering what I should do now. He was obviously sleeping, maybe even thinking of someone else and wanting a body close.
He said H…
I shoved the thought away. It didn’t mean anything. He didn’t realize what he was doing. Really, I should push him away.
Several seconds passed, though, and I stayed right where I was, covered in Drew.
Was it wrong that it felt so good?
Closing my eyes, I lay there and gave myself a moment to enjoy it, even if it was wrong. The warmth of his body felt so safe, so familiar, that I couldn’t help but relax into his hold.
I ignored the voice in the back of my head that told me this was crazy. I already knew that much. I just couldn’t force myself to pull away, no matter how much the rational side of me knew I needed to.
What if…
What if we stayed like this?
What if I pretended not to notice what he’d done?
I sighed softly, feeling the tension leave as I settled back into Drew.
Yeah. I could pretend.
I was good at pretending.
13
DREW
“ALL RIGHT, WHAT’LL it be tonight? Monopoly? Uno? Pictionary?” my dad called out. Even with my parents’ busy schedules, they’d always made it a point for family game night at least once a week. I might have moved into the frat house a couple of years ago, but that hadn’t changed our busting out our competitive sides on my visits over. Truthfully, I always looked forward to these nights; it was the only time my dad eased up on riding me about my future. As long as I could win at game night, I wasn’t a complete failure.
“You can’t play Pictionary with only three people,” I told him as I helped Mom clear the dining room table.
“Who said it’s just the three of us?” he replied.
“Uh uh. You can’t claim Brody as a teammate this time.” I looked pointedly at the French bulldog that followed a foot behind my dad wherever he went, and like he knew I was talking about him, he barked.
“I don’t think your dad meant Brody.” Mom lifted an eyebrow, a small smile on her lips as she carried off the remaining pot roast into the kitchen.
Before I could ask what she meant, the doorbell rang.
When neither of my parents acknowledged it, I had a sneaking suspicion something was up.
“Gee, don’t worry, I’ll get it,” I said, looking between them before rolling my eyes and heading for the front door. God, I hoped this wasn’t some lame attempt to set me up. I hadn’t exactly told them I’d made things secretly official with Hudson, but I’d talked about him enough that they should’ve had a clue I wasn’t interested in exploring options with the son of one of their friends.
Ugh. I should keep whoever it was waiting on the porch, but it was late December and I wasn’t a monster.
Annoyance turned down my mouth as I opened the door, but that quickly changed when I saw who was standing there.
Hudson. Looking unimaginably handsome in a navy peacoat and jeans and holding a bouquet of flowers.
