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“Why is it a disaster? Nothing untoward has happened beyond a bit of innocent cuddling.”
I frown. Sleeping in one bed is obviously not working. How could I not know I’m cuddling Brody in my sleep every night? I wake up on my side in the morning. Dream Soleil is apparently a hussy. She needs to be stopped.
“Maybe I should sleep on the couch until the new bed arrives.”
Spoiler alert – I don’t want to sleep on the couch. I want to cuddle Brody every night. And not only when I’m sleeping and can’t remember how it feels to be wrapped together all night long.
Knock it off, Soleil. There will be no cuddling with Brody for you.
Brody snorts. “Even you aren’t short enough to fit on your couch.”
“I’m being serious.”
He scowls. “So am I. There’s no way I’m letting you sleep on a couch, which is way too short for you.”
“Letting me?” I snarl. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
“Whoa.” He holds up his palms. “I was referring to how hard you work and how your job is physically demanding. You need to sleep in a bed.”
Hold the phone. He knows my job is physically demanding? All my friends think I sit around on my ass all day. I may be sitting but my core muscles and arms are stabilizing the clay while my hands shape it and my foot controls the speed of the wheel.
I narrow my eyes on him. “How do you know my job is physically demanding?”
He bites his lips and glances away. “I might have done some research on making pottery.”
“You did…” I trail off. Now is not the time to question Brody’s Google searches. Or think he’s super sweet for studying my craft. Nope. Not now. There are more important things to discuss here.
“We can’t continue this way.”
He scowls. “Why not? There’s nothing to stress about. We’ve done a little cuddling. Nothing more.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Nothing more but yet you were topless.”
His cheeks darken. “You got annoyed if I wore a top.”
I what? Oh. My. God. Kill me now. Please tell me this is a dream.Please be sleeping. I pinch myself and yelp. Ouch. Damn. I’m awake. I bury my face in my hands.
“Please tell me I didn’t fondle you in my sleep.”
He grasps my wrists and pulls my hands away from my face. “You didn’t fondle me in my sleep.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Although any fondling from you would have been enjoyed.”
“Can you be serious for one minute?”
“I am being serious. Nothing happened I didn’t want to happen.”
“Maybe I didn’t want it to happen,” I pout.
“Your sleep cuddling says otherwise.”
I cough to hide my laugh. “Sleep cuddling? I don’t think sleep cuddling is a real thing.”
“I have two weeks of proof it is.”
He rubs his thumbs against the skin of my inner wrists and my whole body warms. My body isn’t interested in cuddling. It wants to declare cuddling time officially over. It’s now time to jump Brody and show him the ride of his life. My panties dampen as I imagine how good it would feel to be on top of him, riding him, his naked body on display for me.
“I really should sleep on the couch,” I mutter as my body leans toward Brody.
His eyes focus on my lips and I bite my bottom lip. He groans before he—
