“Relax, Quinn.”
I glance over to find Cooper staring at me, laughter dancing in his cerulean eyes. “I’m relaxed.”
He chuckles. “If you relax any further, you’re going to burst a blood vessel.”
Okay, fine. So I’m a little tense.
How could I not be after last week’s trainwreck?
“Why don’t you bring up Netflix and find something for us to watch?” he suggests, opening the pizza box and filling our plates. “The remote’s on the nightstand.”
I grab the remote and queue up Netflix. I don’t have the patience to search for a movie, so I findThe Witcherand press play, picking up where Coop evidently left off.
“A woman after my own heart.” He nods approvingly and hands me a plate. Then he climbs onto the bed, leaning against a pile of pillows as he stretches out, crossing his ankles. “Come sit by me.”
It’s more order than request, but I don’t argue as he pats the spot next to him.
Perching on the edge of the bed isn’t exactly comfortable and if I don’t chill the eff out, this night really will end in disaster.
I scoot back so we’re hip to hip and curl my legs under me.
The opening credits play on-screen and Coop dives into his pizza, but I can’t bring myself to eat.
We watch in silence for a few minutes and when Coop finishes, I give up any pretense of hunger and offer him my plate.
“Want mine? Turns out I’m not actually hungry.”
He eyes it, but eventually shakes his head. “I’d better not. Technically, I’m not supposed to be eating pizza. I’ll put it on the nightstand in case you change your mind later.”
Fat chance of that happening, but I give him the plate anyway.
“If you aren’t supposed to be eating pizza, then why do it?”
He shrugs. “Why do I do anything?”
Fair point.
Pretty sure he’s not supposed to be deflowering virgins, yet here we are.
Again.
“Relax, Quinn. I promise not to bite.” He flashes me a wolfish grin. “Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”
“I’m a virgin.” I try to infuse my words with false bravado, but they come out breathy and unsure. “I don’t actually know what I’m into.”
Coop’s eyes are a blue flame as he studies me, trailing a finger up my thigh. “I can help you with that, too.”
“Of that, I have no doubt.” A nervous laugh forces its way from my throat. “I’ll bet you’ve helped tons of girls right here in this very bed.”
More than I care to think about.
He freezes, his finger coming to a stop on my upper thigh. “I’m not in the habit of inviting women over.”
“Oh, really?” I arch a brow and make a show of looking around the room.
“Smartass.” He hooks an arm around my waist and pulls me down on top of him so we’re face-to-face, my breasts pressed to the hard planes of his chest, his hand resting on the swell of my hip. “This is different. We’re friends.”
Desire stirs low in my belly, yawning awake like a cat that’s been napping in the sun.
