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"Good night Bree," he says tightly, staring up at the ceiling.
Smiling, I cuddle in a little closer. I lift one hand and run it down his bare arm until I reach his hand. I tug gently. He fights me for a second...or maybe it's more accurate to say he fights himself, but with a sigh, he turns his palm over. I don't waste a second, interlacing our fingers tightly. I press my forehead to the side of his arm and let out a shuddering sigh.
"Good night Bree," he whispers.
"Good night Nick," I whisper back, my eyelids already feeling heavy. "Thank you for letting me in."
I'm fading fast, but I catch his final words, and I know I'll be unpacking them later.
"I didn't have a choice, Bree."
23
NICK
This is the worst, most wonderful position I've ever been in. My balls are so fucking blue they're icy, and still, I'm so fucking happy.
I said it. Happy. This is happy. Everything before this? Satisfied, content, proud maybe. But definitely not happy.
Happy is Bree using my stomach as a pillow, her whole body sideways on the bed. Happy is the small smile on her face. Happy is the tickle of her tangled blonde hair on my stomach.
Bree is my happy.
So, so, fucked.
She stirs, nearly purring, and rubs her cheek sleepily on my stomach. I hope she doesn't roll backward. If she does, she's going to realize really damn quick that this is so far from platonic for me. Like, light years away from platonic.
And I don't think she's ready to know that. Not yet.
Memories of her crawling into bed and the way she petted my sheets flash through my mind. Maybe she's more ready than I think. Because no way in hell is she that innocent. Bree fully in her power, on the prowl is an unstoppable force of nature, I'm sure.
But is she there yet? Maybe it's just natural sexuality that she can't turn off.
Maybe.
Whatever it is, somewhere around 3:00 AM, I decided I'm not going anywhere. Whatever Bree needs, whatever she wants, she'll get from me. And I mean anything. If she needs me to be her friend, that's what I'll be. If she needs more...I'll give her that too. I'll give her all of me, whatever the fuck that's actually worth.
She makes an adorable snorting sound, then she shoots up, eyes wild, hair crazy, and scares the shit out of me. "What time is it," she yells, flailing. I laugh, because holy fuck is she cute.
"Six," I say, crossing my arms under my head. She's fucking incredible. I'm completely distracted by her gorgeous breasts bouncing under her tank top. I wish it were a little looser. All night I hoped one breast might accidentally fall out. That hope kept my eyes open and on her most of the night. I'm used to functioning on little to no sleep, but this is the best reason ever to be exhausted this early in the day.
Her fuzzy eyes come to rest on me, and a wash of color fills her cheeks. "Morning," she mumbles, shoving at her hair.
"Morning," I return, content to just look at her. I'd normally be in the gym right about now, shaking off a shitty sleep, mentally preparing for the day. My day's already fucked up, and I don't have a problem with it. Bree can fuck up all my days if she wants.
Done fussing, she tucks her legs to the side and drops her hands in her lap. She meets my gaze head on. "Thank you for last night," she says quietly. The pink is fading from her cheeks, and I miss it. Flustered Bree is something else.
"You're welcome. Anytime," I say with a wink. She grins, and I smile at her. If Bree's smiling, I am too. That's just the way the universe works now. "I mean it. My door is always open to you. And my bed," I can't resist adding.
She laughs and shakes her head. "I'm just lucky you were alone last night. If you hadn't answered, I don't know what I would have done...no, never mind. I do know. I'd be sitting at the kitchen table all night, waiting for Cara to come home. It would have been a disaster. She'd realize that I'm not okay, and all this progress we've made would be undone."
Something in her voice makes my shoulders tense up. I sit up and rest my back against the black suede headboard. "I'm always alone, so you never have to worry about that happening. You come to me if you need me, anytime."
One pale golden eyebrow arches. "Always alone? Seriously?"
"Seriously."
She frowns. "But...that's not true, is it? Cara said something about you never spending the night alone. She talked about all the women you would pick up at the club." She waves her hands, "Not that it's a problem. Far from it. You're a healthy attractive single guy, of course you have company. Good on you."
