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“I know,” he assured me. “Still, it feels like we’re at least moving forward. That’s got to be worth something, right?”
“Yeah, I suppose.” I nuzzled my cheek against him. “Let’s not worry too much about it quite yet, okay? Let’s just enjoy the afterglow for a bit.”
“Absolutely,” he murmured before pressing a kiss onto the top of my head. “I just want to lie here for as long as I can and relish the feel of you in my arms.”
I smiled and nodded, feeling the exact same way.
Chapter twenty-one
Ryan
Something didn’t feel quite right. I was achy, and no matter how I twisted or turned, I couldn’t seem to get comfortable. Was this like “The Princess and the Pea?” Had somebody jammed my mattress full of hard, little peas to torment me? Who in the world would do such a thing?
Wait, that didn’t make any sense.
Slowly, I cracked my eyes open, waking up fully. I frowned as I took in my surroundings, but then I quickly remembered that I was in Sam’s room, sleeping in her bed. Her bed which was quite a bit lumpier than my stupidly expensive mattress. Really, her bed wasn’t that bad. I’d just apparently turned soft and spoiled and overly picky about my comfort.
With a groan, I rolled over, flinging my arm out to grab her and pull her against me again. My hand slapped against bare mattress, and I blinked in surprise. Sam wasn’t there. What the hell?
I sat up and looked around. There was no sign of her, and I felt a jolt of panic. Shit, did she leave? Did she regret our night together?
Wait…it was her house. Why would she leave? That didn’t make sense.
I scrambled out of bed and grabbed my boxer briefs off the floor, tugging them on as I hurried out of the room. I needed to find her and convince her not to give up on us just yet, to let me have my second chance.
I made it to the first floor and bolted to the kitchen. Sliding through the doorway, I came to a halt and felt a wave of relief wash over me.
Sam was standing at the stove, wearing a tank top and shorts, cooking. She turned and spotted me.
Grinning, she said, “Good morning! I’m making pancakes. You hungry?”
I swallowed and choked out, “Starving.”
She turned back to the stove. I took a deep breath, calming my racing heart before I crossed over to her. I slipped my arms around her waist and dropped my head onto her shoulder.
“You okay?” she asked with a surprised chuckle.
“Yeah,” I said with a smile, lifting my head. “Just realizing how much I like waking up and being with you.”
She put her spatula down and turned in my arms. Tilting her head back, she gave me a flirtatious grin before pulling me down for a kiss.
“I like waking up with you, too,” she murmured.
We kissed again, and then, she turned back to work on the pancakes. I went around the kitchen, grabbing plates, silverware, butter, and syrup, and I set the table.
“I made coffee,” she said, pointing to the coffee pot in the corner of the counter.
I fixed myself a cup and returned to her side at the stove.
“You know, you’re pretty sexy like this,” I told her.
She snorted. “Barefoot in the kitchen? You would think that.”
I gave her a light smack on her butt. “Sexy and sassy.”
“Those are the perfect words to describe me.” She shot me a wink as she flipped the pancake. They looked delicious. Fluffy, golden-brown, and perfect circles.
“Damn, you are good at this.”
