Page 37 of Where We Belong


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Killian stretched out next to me, his body heat immediately enveloping me as he claimed all available space on my full-sized mattress.

“I’m sleeping.”

His hand grazed my ass before quickly moving to my hair, shifting a few pieces off my shoulder. Goosebumps trailed down my skin after his fingers lifted. I shifted closer to the edge to avoid him.

“Why here?”

“There’s no couch, no extra bed. Nowhere else for me to sleep in my own apartment.”

It wasn’t like I could argue with him. It was his apartment, and I was starting to care less and less about his reasons for being here and more about how him being next to me made me feel…safe.

“Fine, but don’t touch my ass.”

I heard him laughing behind me then his fingers grazed my ass again.

“But it’s one of my favorite things about you.”

“You don’t get to have a favorite thing about me, not when you said my ass was fake and not natural like Jill’s.”

Had I just thought that or said that out loud? I kept dreaming and feeling him touch me, and it was so soothing that it was making me even sleepier.

“No, she’s nothing like you, Daisy. No one is. You’re in a league all your own. That’s what makes this so hard.”

“Your dick?” I snorted and somehow shifted closer to the center. He was so warm.

“Yes, actually. Want to feel?”

I did want to feel, but I also didn’t want to. Another secret between us would be too much.

“I don’t want any more secrets between us.”

He went quiet behind me, and I started to drift off, but right as sleep nearly claimed me, I heard him whisper, “Then maybe we should confess.”

TEN

LAURA

Light poured into the room, practically prying my eyelids open because I forgot to pin the sheet above the window.

Groaning, I rolled off the mattress and stumbled to my feet, pawing at the edge of the sheet with one eye closed.

“You need real curtains.” A deep voice echoed from behind me.

“Shit!” I yelled, spinning around. My heart was thundering as I backed into the wall, tripping over the cooler and knocking over the lamp.

I heard that same voice mutter, “Fuck.”

I was flailing my arms, trying to get up when warm hands were suddenly on my wrists, tugging me up.

I pawed at the intruder’s chest, trying to push.

“Shit. Stop. What are you doing?” he asked, but I kept pushing. I needed to get to the bathroom.

“It’s me, what is your problem?”

His voice sounded like Killian’s but shit, it was early, and I was still exhausted, so I wasn’t sure.

“Move, let me get to the bathroom.”

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