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I stretched, pressing more weight on her, and she slapped me.
“Get,” she gasped. “Off.”
Smiling, I opened my eyes and then pushed myself up, flopping onto my right side. Planting my cheek into the palm of my hand, I rested on my elbow and wiggled my brows. “Good morning, darling.”
She giggled and then her gaze narrowed. “How’d I get in this bed? I distinctly remember falling asleep on your couch,” she questioned, turning her head to look at me.
“I carried you here.”
She gasped, her face filling with sudden realization of everything that she’d done yesterday. Or apparently not done. “Weston, I left your kitchen a mess! And the cookies are going to be so hard after I left them out all night.”
“Darling,” I began, but she whipped up, grabbing the edge of the sheets.
“I don’t know if I turned the oven off!” Her eyes widened.
I chuckled, gently grabbing her wrist. “I took care of it all last night.”
She froze, whipping her gaze to me. Staring at me for a moment, she waited to see if I was messing with her.
Finally, her shoulders sagged, and she slumped back onto the pillow. “But it was my mess. I tried to stay awake, wanting to—”
“Tenley,” I pushed myself upright and slid my fingers across her face. Threading my fingers through her hair, I smiled. “I loved coming home to everything, even if I had to clean up a bit,” I replied, and her eyes glistened as she leaned her cheek against my palm.
I brushed my thumb back and forth, gently tracing her skin. A slow smile slid across her lips. “This is familiar,” she whispered.
“From when?” I teased.
“Oh, you know. When you crossed the non-existent pillow wall last night.”
“Hmmmm. I’m not sure if I remember that.”
“Do you want me to refresh your memory?”
I lifted a curious brow. “And how would you do that?”
She immediately slid away from my touch, plopping herself down on the bed and rolling in the opposite direction. “Okay, so now you lay down on your side.”
Grinning, I did. Except I took advantage of the fact that her back was to me, and faced the opposite wall. I bit back my chuckle as the bed shifted and she scooted directly into—
“Weston!” she shot upright, and I laughed. “Why is your butt facing me?”
I flipped my head toward her. “You said lay down on your side.”
She turned my way and rolled her eyes. “Well, I meant the other side.”
“Be more specific next time you want me to do something,” I replied, my voice involuntarily deepening, and she inhaled sharply.
Her chest began to rise and fall quickly as she studied me, her eyes widening. “I think I get a turn now,” she whispered.
“To do what?”
“Cross the non-existent pillow wall.”
I tipped my head, pushing myself upright and leaning back against the headboard. “You already crossed the real pillow wall.”
She pouted and shifted onto all fours.
Crawling my way, she straddled my legs and sat onto my lap. I blinked. My heart racing as a fire began to roar deep within my belly.
